Sinful Indulgence

6. Distraction

VINCENT

Morning seemed to arrive faster than I could think of billing my eyes. I groaned, flipping on my side but Jenner seemed to have other ideas. She straddled me, her fingers beginning to tickle me.

"You know I hate that, “I complained once I was out of bed, stretching my tired arms.

"That's why it's the best way to get your pretty ass out of bed," I pecked her lips fighting a smile. She really did know me quite well, I’d give her that.

"But it's Saturday. I have nowhere to go," I protested, slipping a white wife beater on my bare upper abdomen.

"For you yes, but not me. The hospital called in for an urgent staff meeting at eight," She announced walking inside the bathroom.

"Again? They called in a meeting last weekend and today yet again. Don’t they have anything better to do on weekends other than disrupt other people’s Saturdays? "I heard the faucet go on.

"Well, it's the bloody job. What can I say," she announced. She was right about that but sometimes it felt like it was too much.

"Fine. I'll be downstairs taking breakfast," she barely grunted in response.

I was about to walk out of the room, when I remembered I had not brushed my teeth. After a quick cleanup of my teeth, I lazily made my way downstairs. The thought of seeing Bloom raised the anticipation in my veins. It was really unexplainable how she always found a way to elevate my body temperature.  Despite that fact, the look in her eyes when I touched her arm yesterday was unable to stay away from my head. All night I saw it in my head, turning wheels in mind. What was she hiding? Was she in trouble or was somebody after her? What was she running from?

The sound of low hip-hop music reached my ears. Curious, I headed to the kitchen, the sight before me unfolding. Bloom swayed her hips provocatively to the music completely unaware I was watching her. Her firm round ass, curved out by the gods themselves, stared back at me making my hands itch. I wanted to grab it, to s***k it so damn hard and hear her moan my name.

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For just a split of a moment I let myself imagine what it was like to have those long, attractive legs wrapped around me as I drove into her wet, warm cunt.

"Boss," Her embarrassed shriek drew me out of imagination.

Her flushed cheeks were another turn on. Her eyes darted away from me unable to meet my gaze. f**k! Why was I acting like this around her? Sure her whole body was screaming for me to f**k her senseless but I had to remember I was married to a woman I was in love with since high school. Yet there was something about the innocence written plainly on her face that made me want to reach, push her against the wall and…

"Hun," Jenna called stepping down the stairs making me pivoting around, putting a stop to the sudden dirty thoughts flowing through my brain.

She stopped in front of me, a mischievous smile creeping up her face when she stole a glance down south at me.

"Dammit!" I cussed noting the boner pressing against my grey sweatpants. I could not have...

"Do not let the maid see that. I may have been the one who made you...well...horny but she may think otherwise and we don’t want her to think like that, right babe?" Jenna whispered near my ears, her lavender scent wafting into my nose.

"Of course. I should probably take care of this," I quickly scurried upstairs, feeling guilt crushing hard on me.

As the cold water traced its way down my body, I let out a frustrated groan. How could I get a f*****g boner by just looking at her swaying her ass to some music? She was a maid; our maid. Sure she was quite the catch but she still worked for me and my wife. I was not supposed to even feel an inkling of interest about her and yet the thought of her legs wrapped around me while her sleek fingers snaked all over my body was inescapable.

The cold water was not helping I any way. I could not stop thinking about her body. I had felt the tagging in my heart the first time our eyes connected but it was not supposed to mean anything. It should have just been a stupid one time crush but with each passing day, I could feel the attraction deepening. It didn’t help that she constantly gave the shy-naughty vibe every single time I found myself looking at her.

I locked myself up in my home office trying to get my brain to think of something else other than her fine ass. Nothing seemed to be working to steer my attention from Bloom; not the music, not the countless contracts I was supposed to go through or the business journals.

Finally giving up, I placed a call to Brandon.

"Vincent?" His sleepy voice answered on the second ring.

"You are still sleeping?" I chuckled, leaning back on the black, leather swivel chair.

"It's bloody ten in the morning...that's a fine ass hun. I'll call you later," a female chuckled in the phone.

"You ditched me for a girl? I thought you had dinner with your grandma," I muttered in disbelief.

"Grandma cancelled on the last minute so I hit the new club in town and found this gorgeous redhead. She is quite the-" I cut him off immediately.

"I don't think I want to know that,"

"You don't even know what I was going to say, "he protested with a small laugh.

"I think I know exactly what you were going to say. Aside with that, are you free at the moment? I need a distraction," I blurted out hurriedly.

"A distraction? No way, you want to cheat on...Jenner?" His voice dropped dramatically.

"God no! I mean, I just need something to keep my mind busy,"

"Well, I'll see you in thirty minutes," he promised.