This Regret

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Authors: Victoria Ashley
reach down with one hand and rub my finger over her wet clit while pounding into her with fast, consistent thrusts, tugging her hair with my free hand. “Tell me how I feel inside of you,” I demand.
    She lets out a whimper as I slow my pace and wrap my arm around he r waist, pulling her up so my chest is pressed against her back. “You feel good inside of me. So good.”
    I bend down so my lips are hovering over her ear before I whisper, “Do you feel beautiful now?”
    Her neck stretches back as she attempts to look at me. “Yes! Oh fuck!”
    I quicken my pace while moving my fingers up and down her wetness, knowing that at any moment, she’s about to clamp around my cock and release her juices.
    I am right. As soon as I give her one last thrust, she screams and her legs begin to shake as she struggles to not fall over. “Oh shit! I can’t handle this,” she whines.
    I support her body with mine and force myself to finish before pushing her shoulders down and pulling out. Even with a condom, I still like to take precautions.
    She rolls over on her back before looking up at the ceiling, with hooded eyes “Wow!” She takes a few deep breaths. “That was . . . just . . . wow. That’s all that I can say.”
    I smile at her before looking over to see we forgot to close the garage door. “Looks like the neighbors got a good show.” I bend over and reach for her dress. “Here. Let’s get you dressed so we can get you home.”
    She gives me a thankful look while slipping her dress over her head and adjusting it to cover her thighs. She bl ushes. “Please don’t think I’m a slut or anything.” She watches me as I get dressed. “I don’t usually do things like this, but when you’re stuck in a messed up relation for so long-“
    “You don’t need to explain.” I cut in. “I know more than anyone else what sex can do in the hardest of times. Come on.”
    She follows me back to my bike and I click the remote, closing the door behind us.

    Chapter Three
    Phoenix

    The bar has been awfully quiet for the last hour, so I take that as my cue to sit down and have that employee meeting, I unfortunately, promised Dale I would have. As much as I hate being the bad guy, business comes first and I have to step up and take charge before we all end up jobless.
    “There will be no more calling in to work or not showing up unless there is a very good reason and I mean a very, very good reason.”
    As soon as the words leave my mouth, I hear about three different forms of groans coming from the table in front of me. I don’t let it discourage me though. I stand up straight and as Dale would call it, put my foot down. “The next person that does it is fired. I’m sorry, but Dale isn’t playing it nice anymore and neither am I.”
    The hand that has been swirling around Saline’s cocktail glass for the last five minutes stops as she looks up and rolls her eyes. “Please, tell me you’re joking.” She flicks the black straw in her glass with a look of disgust, her overly plump lips twisting up into something unnatural and very unattractive. “This place is becoming such a bore. This is crap! I can’t help it if I have other important things to take care of.”
    This is exactly the kind of response I expected from her. So, I took the time to prepare a good comeback. “Look,-“
    “Nobody cares Saline,” Jen jumps in, ruining my perfectly prepared speech. “This place isn’t meant to be for your entertainment. It’s your job and because of you, we’re all in the doghouse.
    The girls sit next to each other, both of them giving the other a dirty look as if they’re ready to go at it.
    “Come on.” Kade looks up from his phone and flashes a cocky grin that would’ve had no effect on me before yesterday. But now, it’s almost enough to make my mouth water. “Calm down, ladies. No one is in the doghouse.” His eyes meet mine, giving me that same flirtatious look he has been giving me since I found him in my

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