Switch

'Not a clue what you mean, Brenda.'

She frowned, maybe unwiling to go there. 'Oh, okay, if

you hadn't heard. But people are saying it, so I thought

you knew.'

'What would that have to do with me, anyway?'

Brenda looked uncomfortable. 'Wel, you have lasted

longer than any of his other assistants.'

I raised an eyebrow.

'Not that I think you and Paul,' she said. 'You know.'

I lifted my chin toward the bathroom at the end of the hal.

'I have to run. Good luck with the interview.'

She nodded and turned on her heel. I watched her for a

moment before I went into the bathroom, where I ran cold

water in the sink and dampened a paper towel to press to

my forehead and against the back of my neck.

I wasn't my mother, but nobody here knew that. Months

ago I'd have been sick to my guts thinking anyone believed

I was fucking my boss, but now it simply didn't matter. I

knew the truth. So did Paul. Paul, who I was leaving.

I didn't need to use the toilet, but I went into the stal

anyway. I put the lid down and crouched there, my head in

my hands. I took a deep breath, but the scent of ammonia

and those nasty pink toilet cleaners overwhelmed me and I

covered my nose and mouth with my hand. I tried to catch

a whiff of Austin, but could only faintly smel the lotion I'd

smoothed on this morning.

smoothed on this morning.

I could remember, though. How he smeled. How he felt

and tasted, and not just because of last night and this

morning.

From before.

Austin's behind me, his breathing heavy like he'd just

run up the stairs. He's got his hand wrapped in my

hair, tipping back my head so it's hard for me to

swallow. His prick jerks inside me, but he's not

thrusting right now. He's close to coming.

I am, too.

'Pul it,' I tel him. 'Harder.'

His fingers tighten but he doesn't pul. 'I don't want to hurt

you, Paige.'

I want him to hurt me. He's bigger than me. Stronger. He

holds my heart in his hands every day and doesn't break it,

at least not very much. But I want him to hurt me now, in

this moment, when my cunt is clutching on his cock and

I'm ready to burst into an orgasm that wil blind me. I don't

know why. I just want it, and I want Austin to be the one

know why. I just want it, and I want Austin to be the one

to give it to me.

'Pul my fucking hair!' I grit out the words around a groan.