Sophia’s Point of View
Daphne left with a huff and in a flurry of motions without saying a word leaving Mr Prescott and I inches apart, our eyes locked onto each other.
“What was that about?” Mr Prescott asked, his eyes searching mine seriously and I instantly knew he was referring to the kiss and my one eighty degree attitude change from the last time we had spoken.
I’ve decided to keep you. I wanted to say but I knew the moment I said that, Mr Prescott would bolt. Penelope had scarred him far too deeply.
I couldn’t push him too fast.
“I’ve changed my mind, Mr Prescott,” I said instead. “I want you.”
Mr Prescott froze, his gray eyes unreadable at that moment.
“You know I can’t give you a real relationship.” He said finally, his voice soft but unyielding.
I slid my hands up his chest, my gaze steady on his.
“I’ll take you however I can get you, Reid.”
I could change him. Well, not exactly change him but I could help him open up again.
I could help him get over Penelope’s betrayal as he had, in his own way, helped me get over Jerry’s betrayal.
Mr Prescott’s gaze darkened and I felt his hand come up to rest on the back of my neck pulling me closer in a smooth unbearably hot dominant movement.
“You can’t change your mind about this later.” Mr Prescott warned, his voice thick with arousal.
I bit on my lower lip unintentionally, swallowing hard, my heart rate spiking.
Then leaning in, I whispered into his ear knowing fully well that I was sealing my fate.
“I don’t intend to change my mind.”
The words had barely left my lips when Mr Prescott’s lips met mine again.
This time whatever modicum of restraint he had applied when Daphne was around was gone which was given because the last thing I was feeling was patient.
I felt hungry, anxious, needy.
It didn’t even matter that we were still in the hallway where anyone could walk by at any time. Not when Mr Prescott’s lips moved over mine urgently and I forgot to breathe meeting him with almost as much hunger as his kiss carried.
Mr Prescott’s hand fisted my hair directing the trajectory of our kiss and I just parted my lips sinking into the kiss.
“You are so damn addictive.” He said against my lips pulling away long enough to pull me inside our room.
Then his lips were back on mine, my back hitting the door of our room, my legs going around Mr Prescott’s waist, his hands supporting me, gripping my behind in a way that had me moaning into our kiss.
I needed more.
Mr Prescott undid me with every sigh, every slide of his lips over mine and the feeling of his breath against my skin.
I wanted more.
I shivered tugging blindly at his suit jacket as his lips began to trail down my nape dropping wet open mouthed kisses all the way that had my hold on his shoulders tightening.
I was liquid in his arms giving myself over completely to this thing between us that had grown stronger and stronger with each passing moment.
I rocked against Mr Prescott even as I reached my hands going down his front untucking his shirt.
Mr Prescott moved, lifting me easily before depositing me on top of our bed.
I stared up at him breathless and panting, my cheeks flushed as I watched him take off his tie.
I never knew ties were so sexy to take off. Or maybe it was just Mr Prescott.
Mr Prescott’s gaze stayed steady on mine as he slowly slid off his watch and undid the buttons on his shirt.
It was a strip tease and I felt my body temperature climb, my thighs pressing together as though that would relieve the growing need I felt.
It didn’t.
But it wasn’t just a strip tease. Mr Prescotte was giving me a chance to back out. A chance to end things before it got too serious and we regretted it but I couldn’t end it. I didn’t want to.
I wasn’t going to regret any of this.
Mr Prescott must have read my resolution in my gaze because his gaze darkened slightly, and his shirt hit the ground.
Then he climbed on top of the bed until he was directly above me. My cheeks burned and he touched one of them tracing the redness down to my neck, his gaze dark and inviting.
“You don’t get to get shy now, Sophia.” He crooned.
This was it. There was no going back now.
I placed my hand on Mr Prescott’s guiding his hand from my neck to my parted lips where I sucked in his index finger swirling my tongue around it.
“Fuck.” Mr Prescott cursed pulling his finger out of my mouth.
Then he shifted so that both of us were sitted on the bed with me straddling him now, my gown hiked up and his fingers between my thighs.
I jerked at the sudden stimulation but Mr Prescott’s hold on my waist was firm and all I could do was moan as he shifted my panties to the side, his thumb finding my clitoris.
“Reid.” I moaned unable to stay silent with each expert stroke of his.
Mr Prescott kissed my lips, my neck, the top of my breasts, his fingers still playing me expertly.
“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” He murmured, his breath of my skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You are so beautiful like this. So hot for me.”
Two of Mr Prescott’s fingers pressed into me. It felt so tight yet undeniably right and I was embarrassed to find myself rocking against his fingers.
It felt so damn good and-
There was suddenly a loud pounding sound on the door momentarily jolting us out of our lust induced haze.
At first, we both paused hesitant to end things just yet but the pounding persisted and Mr Prescott retracted his fingers and helped me up.
I straightened out my dress while Mr Prescott threw on his shirt.
Mr Prescott opened the door, the irritation on his face transforming to confusion as he saw who was knocking at our door.
It was the police.
A sudden chill came over me. What would the police possibly want with us?
“What is the meaning of this?” Mr Prescott demanded and from his tone, I could tell he was as clueless as I was with regards to the reason for this unexpected police visit.
“We need to speak to your wife,” The first officer said, his gaze fixed on me.
They wanted to speak with me? Whatever for?
Mr Prescott’s arm went around my waist tucking me securely to his side.
“What could you possibly have to talk to her about?”
The second police officer pulled out a strip of paper.
“Please cooperate with us, we have a warrant for your wife’s arrest. A Penelope Warner has been found dead and your wife was the last person to see her alive.”
I stumbled in Mr Prescott’s hold, the entire world seeming to say around me at that moment as shock blazed through me.
I must have heard wrong.
Did the officer just say Penelope who I had just seen a moment ago was dead?