the womanly part of herself, leaving behind only a worker and dutiful daughter. Who knew a powerful white man would come along and resuscitate it?
Her folds were so swollen, she hardly recognized them. Henry hadn’t just restored her. He’d created something that had never existed before. Her fingers trembled with the wonder of it as she squeezed, tugged, and rubbed in tune to his hard thrusts against her rump.
“Now, Sadie! Now!”
She gasped as the first trail of hot semen squirted across her bare skin. Stroking deeper, she buried her finger inside herself. She gripped the table harder as she succumbed to the blinding spasms ripping through her core. The coffee cup rattled and threatened to fall over.
“Henry!” she cried, utterly helpless.
More streaks of slick fire bathed her buttocks. Each intensified her own clenches. She fell backward against him, into his waiting arms. They ended up on the floor on their knees, panting.
“Next time, I’ll be inside you,” he promised.
With the wave of passion rolled past, she finally saw things clearly. Henry hadn’t kissed her. Hadn’t even looked at her. Who could blame him? She was far from pretty. He’d just wanted any old warm body to rub himself against and scratch his itch.
How could she have been foolish enough to let him? This was worse than having Buck grope her in the dark confines of their bedroom.
“There won’t be a next time.”
She lurched to her feet. With shaky hands, she grabbed the napkin from the table, cleaned herself with it, and did her best to straighten her dress. At the same time, he fastened his pants. She’d never even seen his cock. Just felt it.
“Sadie, don’t quit on me. I need you to fix the books.”
“Don’t worry. I need the job.” She strode to the door and put on her coat. “But the next time you get an urge to hump against something warm, go to a nearby farm and find yourself a cow or goat.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted it, too.”
She couldn’t deny it, so she didn’t say anything as she unlocked the door.
He rushed after her. “Don’t be angry. I’ll take you home.”
“No need.” She turned the doorknob. “My boat is waiting.”
“Then I’ll escort you in mine,” he insisted.
“No need for that, either. Tomorrow, we’ll have to meet at my place. I won’t come here again.”
“That’s fine.”
Before he could stop her, she slipped out the door. A gust of wind slapped her in the face. Wonderful. Choppy water was the last thing she wanted to deal with. She ran to the Johnson rowboat and tugged the rope off the mooring. As soon as she lit the lantern, she plunged the oar into the water. After a few hundred yards of rowing, she heard the engine of a boat but couldn’t see it. That damn man was probably following her.
By then, seasickness had wrapped its ugly shroud around her. Because she couldn’t see much beyond the circle of lantern light, her other senses heightened. Damp salt bored into her nostrils, and she heard and felt the creek at the same time—splash, rock, splash, rock. The pleasure she’d felt in Henry’s cottage became a hazy memory. It never should have happened.
Wind ripped at her hair, shredding what was left of her emotions. It also dried her tears as soon as she shed them. He’d shown he only wanted her halfway, which was worse than not wanting her at all. If he so much as laid one finger on her again, she’d break it off.
And halfway between Oyster Harbor and Crab Creek, she leaned her head over the side and emptied her belly into the dark, churning water. The other boat still hovered in the distance, out of sight. At least it gave her the dignity of hiding what he’d done to her.
She would deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.
Chapter Five
The next evening, Henry cut back his boat engine as he approached Sadie’s home. He’d brought the company books wrapped in several layers of waterproof sacks. Not that he had to worry. The seas were calm
Her folds were so swollen, she hardly recognized them. Henry hadn’t just restored her. He’d created something that had never existed before. Her fingers trembled with the wonder of it as she squeezed, tugged, and rubbed in tune to his hard thrusts against her rump.
“Now, Sadie! Now!”
She gasped as the first trail of hot semen squirted across her bare skin. Stroking deeper, she buried her finger inside herself. She gripped the table harder as she succumbed to the blinding spasms ripping through her core. The coffee cup rattled and threatened to fall over.
“Henry!” she cried, utterly helpless.
More streaks of slick fire bathed her buttocks. Each intensified her own clenches. She fell backward against him, into his waiting arms. They ended up on the floor on their knees, panting.
“Next time, I’ll be inside you,” he promised.
With the wave of passion rolled past, she finally saw things clearly. Henry hadn’t kissed her. Hadn’t even looked at her. Who could blame him? She was far from pretty. He’d just wanted any old warm body to rub himself against and scratch his itch.
How could she have been foolish enough to let him? This was worse than having Buck grope her in the dark confines of their bedroom.
“There won’t be a next time.”
She lurched to her feet. With shaky hands, she grabbed the napkin from the table, cleaned herself with it, and did her best to straighten her dress. At the same time, he fastened his pants. She’d never even seen his cock. Just felt it.
“Sadie, don’t quit on me. I need you to fix the books.”
“Don’t worry. I need the job.” She strode to the door and put on her coat. “But the next time you get an urge to hump against something warm, go to a nearby farm and find yourself a cow or goat.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted it, too.”
She couldn’t deny it, so she didn’t say anything as she unlocked the door.
He rushed after her. “Don’t be angry. I’ll take you home.”
“No need.” She turned the doorknob. “My boat is waiting.”
“Then I’ll escort you in mine,” he insisted.
“No need for that, either. Tomorrow, we’ll have to meet at my place. I won’t come here again.”
“That’s fine.”
Before he could stop her, she slipped out the door. A gust of wind slapped her in the face. Wonderful. Choppy water was the last thing she wanted to deal with. She ran to the Johnson rowboat and tugged the rope off the mooring. As soon as she lit the lantern, she plunged the oar into the water. After a few hundred yards of rowing, she heard the engine of a boat but couldn’t see it. That damn man was probably following her.
By then, seasickness had wrapped its ugly shroud around her. Because she couldn’t see much beyond the circle of lantern light, her other senses heightened. Damp salt bored into her nostrils, and she heard and felt the creek at the same time—splash, rock, splash, rock. The pleasure she’d felt in Henry’s cottage became a hazy memory. It never should have happened.
Wind ripped at her hair, shredding what was left of her emotions. It also dried her tears as soon as she shed them. He’d shown he only wanted her halfway, which was worse than not wanting her at all. If he so much as laid one finger on her again, she’d break it off.
And halfway between Oyster Harbor and Crab Creek, she leaned her head over the side and emptied her belly into the dark, churning water. The other boat still hovered in the distance, out of sight. At least it gave her the dignity of hiding what he’d done to her.
She would deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.
Chapter Five
The next evening, Henry cut back his boat engine as he approached Sadie’s home. He’d brought the company books wrapped in several layers of waterproof sacks. Not that he had to worry. The seas were calm
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