Luke
“Do you always sit down to dinner with the staff?” Penelope asked with a sweet smile.
That smile could deceive someone who did not know her as well as I did. She had an acidic mouth but she always accompanied it with a smile, so whatever she was saying seemed innocent.
Ella was in my line of vision and I saw her turn to Penelope.
Before I could answer, Ella spoke up, “If you mean me, the answer is yes. We’ve always had dinner together since I started working here. Molly likes it.”
I hid a smile. I wanted to cheer Ella for standing up for herself. Penelope was a bully, but she had picked on the wrong target.
Penelope’s lips tightened.
“Ella has been a wonderful addition to our family,” I added.
“That’s nice,” Penelope snapped. “Though, I don’t know how long we’ll need her now that I’m back.”
I stared at her. “Back?” I asked.
She had the grace to look embarrassed.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll leave you two,” Ella said, and pushed her chair back and turned to walk away.
I swallowed down my disappointment. I couldn’t protest with Penelope there. If she got an inkling of something going on between Ella and me, she would try her damnedest to make life difficult for Ella.
“Have a good night,” Penelope said to her and then smiled at me as she placed her hand over mine. “Shall we move to the living room and have a drink? I miss those cozy evenings, sipping wine, and dancing the evening away.”
I snatched my hand away. What the hell? Had Penelope lost her mind? I used to put in a lot of hours at work and I had no time to sit around drinking wine. What she was saying had to be a figment of her imagination.
I wanted to set her straight but, even more importantly, I wanted Ella to know, I was there for her. She was walking away when I pushed my chair back and said, “Ella, may I take a moment of your time. I need to go over a clause in your contract. In the library, please.”
I needed fuel if I was to spend another minute in Penelope’s company. My fuel came in the form of having Ella’s soft body molded into mine and her sweet tongue entangled with mine.
Penelope stood up and made as though to come with us.
“Could you wait in the living room,” I said to her. Then I placed my hand on the small of Ella’s back as we left the room.
In the library, I shut the door behind us.
Ella opened her mouth to say something.
I covered her mouth with mine and crashed her body against mine. I groaned into her mouth as our bodies were pressed intimately against each other. I swiped my hands over her hardened nipples and she gave a low sexy moan. I slid one hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.
“Please Luke,” she cried.
The heat from her pussy seared my hand and I groaned, imaging my cock sheathed by that heat.
“More,” Ella moaned against my mouth.
I dipped my hand under her dress and pulled her wet panties to the side. She was wet and ready for me. “Were you thinking about my cock during dinner?” I growled.
“Yes.”
Animal noises came from my throat before I captured her mouth again, and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy. She clenched and unclenched her pussy against my fingers and I increased the pace until she was grinding against my fingers.
I wished we were alone. I would have thrown Ella over my shoulder and carried her to my room. She had become an addiction. Her pussy had entranced me. I needed it on a daily basis and if possible, several times a day.
A sharp knock came on the door, startling us apart.
“Luke!” Penelope’s sharp voice called.
Her shrill, annoying voice penetrated my lust-soaked brain. I leaned into Ella and kissed her on the mouth. Then I arranged my cock and opened the door. “I needed to set Penelope straight and send her on her way. “Will you wait for me in my bedroom?” I asked Ella.
She nodded.
I kissed her lightly on the forehead and went out the door.
Penelope was waiting for me, a strange expression on her face.
Fuck no, she’s jealous? “We need to talk,” I said coldly.
We stood facing each other in the living room, her gaze locked on mine. Then she licked her lower lip and batted her fake eyelashes seductively.
I recognized the move. How could I have ever been taken in by her obvious ploys?
“It used to be so good between us, can you remember?” she asked.
Ella had gone up to her room by now, I mused. She was probably playing with herself to relieve the ache I’d left unsatisfied right at this moment. My cock started to stir at the image of her doing this in my mind. Ella sprawled on her bed with her legs thrown apart.
“Luke?” Penelope snapped.
“Huh?” I hadn’t heard a word she had said.
“Weren’t you listening?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed with irritation. “You used to do that a lot. Let your mind wander while we were talking about something important.”
I snapped my attention back to her.
Her face had turned to an ugly shade of pink.
“Penelope, we need to talk about what’s going on here.”
She shrugged. “Nothing’s going on. I’m just trying to be a good mother to my daughter.
I nodded. “Please don’t think you can do any more than that.”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean. Don’t for one second, imagine that we could ever get back together.”
“What if Molly wanted it?”
“Not even if Molly wanted it,” I stated firmly.
She laughed. “Well, you sure told me. I got the message loud and clear. Do you mind if I finish my drink before I go?”
“Not at all. Since you’ve been drinking, I’ll call an Uber ride for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll collect my car tomorrow.”
I sighed and followed her into the living room. One drink and she was gone, but
