Chapter 8

Ella

After Mr. McKenzie—Rex, sorry—burst into Rainier’s villa while I was straddling his lap, spearing myself on him, I shouldn’t be able to sleep. But I have the best damn sleep of my life. It doesn’t even matter that Rainier’s partner saw us together. I peel off my mask and the cool air on my cheeks feels glorious. I melt down onto the bedspread and sleep like a sack of bricks, still nude, full of Rainier’s seed. I don’t even dream. I just sleep.

In the morning, I let myself take things slow, partially because I’m actually sore from losing my virginity to Rainier last night. At the time, his big cock felt magnificent but now I can tell that I’ve been stretched and worked to full capacity in one night. I wince as I hobble around the villa, bathing and slathering on sunscreen. I find a loose white linen set of pants and a slim white tube top in the closet. Loungewear. Perfect. I get dressed and flow through my morning yoga routine. I completely forget to put my mask back on, but no one knows where my villa is, and I’m confident that no one is going to just barge in here randomly.

Breathe in, breathe out. Relax.

I know everything is ruined. Rex recognized me. He’s going to tell Rainier.

Deep breath. In and out.

I’m going to be fired, and our exquisite tropical romp will just become a worn page in my spank bank. But I still feel damn fine.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I lost my virginity to the best of the best. And no one can take that away from me now.

In. Out.

I’m doing a sun salutation pose as a broad-shouldered shadow spills across the white tile floor, and my heart squeezes hard. Shit! I’m not wearing my mask! My mask is still on the bedside table!

I glance over to the sliding glass door, heart leaping, expecting to find Rainier...

A masked and nude Rex beams back at me, his dick still gleaming with someone’s pussy juice.

I wish he were Rainier. In spite of the masks and their similar builds, Rainier is still larger and more chiseled than Rex, and his jaw is stronger. His dick is bigger. Rainier’s eyes are penetrating, and they seem to peel the clothes right off of me. But Rex’s eyes just look hungry and obnoxious. When he looks at me, I get the same kind of urge I feel when I swat away a mosquito. Even masked, definitely not Rainier.

Rainier is hard and cold but he’s also good and strong. He holds himself to a high standard, and he meets those standards. It’s so hot. But looking at Rex, I don’t feel the same warmth and tenderness kindle.

Warmth and tenderness. No, forget that I said that. This just happened and he’s just my gorgeous boss. The sex was cathartic and so gratifying, but I’m not in love with him. And he’s definitely not in love with me, either.

“Rex,” I breathe, knowing that there’s no point at all in pretending that the mask makes a difference. He knew to expect me here. He’s been looking for me. There’s no other way I can explain how he found my exact fucking villa. He must have convinced a valet that he knew me personally and was expected here, since he could give them my real name.

A slow grin bleeds over Rex’s lips as he crosses the threshold, eyes gleaming on my body. “I knew you’d come,” he purrs.

“Rex,” I say again. I fold my arms over my plump rack, wishing I was still wearing that constrictive shapewear. At least I got fucking dressed.

I search for the right words to say, making a soft spluttering sound and shaking my head. I hate being the one to reject someone. Rejection is never pleasant and I like to be pleasant.

But this has to be done.

“You saw me with Rainier last night,” I remind him.

“Yeah, in a mask,” Rex answers, coming closer. “Not like us.” He scoops his mask up into his dark hair, still beaming expectantly at me. He just really believes that I want him, even though I’m sure every smile and every glance I gave him was never more than friendly. “We’re more than that. Hell, you came. That says it all, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I should have told you but—but I didn’t tell anyone. Even Rainier.”

Rex pauses and glowers. “You mean Mr. Howell, don’t you?” he reminds me in a hiss. “He never let you call him by his first name.” He only stands at a distance of a few strides now.

I purse my lips and nod, feeling small. “Right, Mr. Howell,” I agree. “I... Rex... I’ve had a huge crush on him since the moment we met. I’m really sorry. I came because you told me he liked to come here, too.”

Rex bites his lower lip and shakes his head, looking at the floor. When he looks back up at me, he says, “What about me?” He steps closer. I take a small step back.

“I don’t have feelings for you, Rex,” I confess. “I should have said that earlier—there was just never a good time. And you’re kind of one of my bosses.”

Rex’s eyes bore into mine and he nods slowly. “That’s true,” he agrees softly. “I am one of your bosses. And I know that you just had sex with your other boss. So, there’s two things that can happen now.”

I swallow. I think I know what my choices will be.

“You can either... get over here and make things even, or you can be fired.” He takes one long, sudden stride toward me and grips the hair at the nape of my neck. I cringe backward and my knees buckle together. “If you’re so in love with Rainier, you must love following orders. They’re all he ever gives. So, here’s a command for you. Get on your knees, Miss Petit, and suck my cock until I come down your slutty little throat.”

I whimper and tears crowd up into my eyes. “No,” I say, wishing there was some more security right now. Where is the valet right now?

“Come on,” Rex grumbles, pulling my hair hard and wrenching me onto my knees in front of him. His dick, smelling strongly of strange, waves like a pillar in my face. He is hard as a rock, and it’s still average, so that’s good for him. “Be my assistant, too, Ella.”

“No,” I say again, shoving at his hips and trying to get out of his grip on my hair.

“What the actual fuck, Rex?” Rainier’s voice booms out from the doorway, and I sob with gratitude as Rex immediately relinquishes me. The force of my struggle sends me onto the ground at his feet, but my eyes are still on Rainier. I can’t believe he’s here.

He found me, too. And now he’s going to protect me and set everything right.

Because he’s perfect. Top of the line.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Rex says with a forced laugh. “You know she likes it rough, man.”

“She never shoved me away or said no,” Rainier schools him sternly, crossing the room and pulling back a fist, letting it fly in a tight, perfect right-cross, all his body weight behind it. Rex flies backward and goes sprawling on his side. I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. How did everything go so wrong, so fast? I tried to be nice, damn it!

“Get out of here,” Rainier commands Rex, and his partner—maybe ex-partner, now—scrambles to obey. His nose is bleeding and blood spatters down onto his chest. That he’s naked makes him seem even more vulnerable. Rainier is dressed in light khakis and a tight white t-shirt. “I never want to see another woman telling you no, and being forced to submit, Rex. Or it will be much worse for you in many ways.”

“She was asking for it,” Rex insists, cradling his nose now. “She’s been asking for it all year.”

Rainier darts across the room, likely to give Rex a thorough ass-kicking, and the other man whirls and sprints across the entire beach in a matter of seconds. Rainier glowers after him, then turns to me. His gaze softens. The softness reaches down even into his mouth, and his entire energy shifts. He strides across the room and his hands kiss down my torso, gathering on my ass and holding me securely against his entire body. I feel so safe and cherished. My heart swells... and my pussy throbs for him.

‘I should have been here sooner,” he tells me through gritted teeth. “Did he do anything to you, Ella?”

“No,” I say, remembering that I’m unmasked... remembering that he knows exactly who I am, and what I’ve been doing. I swallow thickly and force myself to gaze up at him. “No, Mr. Howell. He just told me that he would fire me for fucking you, unless I fucked him, too.” A rueful smile cracks on my lips. “Just that.”