Chapter 25
Make Me Feel
Gemma
I’D NEVER HAD to fake my own orgasm before.
Still, telling him no isn’t an option. So instead, I channel Meg Ryan and try to pull it off. The truth is there is no way I can make myself come. My body is too tense and my mind is anywhere but having to bring it pleasure.
Sitting on the bed with his ankle crossed at the knee, he watches me finger myself with an intensity in his eyes I haven’t seen before.
There’s a discernable bulge between his thighs, but that isn’t anything new. “Gemma, stop for a moment and come closer,” he tells me.
I take a single trembling step forward. I’ve never hated him as much as I do right now. I could blow this whole thing if I can’t keep it together.
He sets his leg on the floor and widens his knees before holding his hand out. “Closer.”
Something isn’t right. He typically avoids too much contact, especially when I’m naked.
I step between his thighs and take his still-offered hand. Touching him makes my skin crawl, especially because my lips are still tingling from Caleb’s kiss.
Caleb.
The man I would have let fuck me.
The man who could be my downfall.
I have to try harder to fight the attraction.
Maybe I should encourage Enrique to let him go so I don’t have to fight anything.
He’s not good for me.
Enrique lets go of my fingers and takes my face in his palms. “Relax, Gemma, this is for you, not me. This is your reward. You don’t have to rush it. Enjoy it.”
I nod in understanding.
I have to do better.
I have to.
“Now, let’s try again,” he tells me, like I’m learning to ride a bike.
Still, despite his ignorance to the fact that I know how to masturbate, I nod again. I’m too afraid to speak because I might cry if I do. My strength is diminished. I need to get it back. Quickly.
Focus.
I need to focus.
The end is near.
It has to be.
Enrique stands and turns me around, laying me on the bed. “Now, touch yourself,” he commands. “Slower this time.”
Just as I start to run my fingers down my belly, I hear the front door open and then close.
“Miss Heart, I’m back,” Caleb shouts, back to the formalness Enrique requires of him.
Smart.
I shoot up. “I’ll be right out,” I answer.
Enrique shakes his head no and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You finish, Gemma and then take a nice hot bath. I need to have a talk with Mr. Holt.”
“Are you going to fire him?” I ask, not sure if I want that or not. If I do, this is my chance to say something that will most definitely get him fired. Tell Enrique he touched me. Kissed me. That he wants me.
I can’t do that.
That will get him killed, not fired.
“That’s not your concern, angel, but to be honest, I haven’t decided. He’s good at his job. He just needs to understand his role a bit more if he’s to continue to work for me.”
“His role?” I ask softly. “What do you mean by that?”
His fierce scowl tells me I shouldn’t have questioned him. “His role, Gemma. His place. He must understand that he answers to me and me alone!”
Right. Not to me. I get it.
With that, he turns and heads toward the door, tossing over his shoulder, “When you’re presentable, come and find me, and then you can show me the art you acquired. I’ll have taken care of matters by then.”
What he really means is taken care of Caleb.
Or perhaps what he really means is that Caleb isn’t any of my business.
Either way, he couldn’t be more wrong.
What he doesn’t know is that unlike me, the girl sitting naked on a bed for him, Caleb isn’t going to roll over.
No, just the opposite. Caleb is going to screw him.
And maybe screw me.
And I’m going to let him.