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And I would. I would drive her to that edge and keep her there, never going over, never retreating. I'd take great pleasure in watching her pupils dilate as she begged me for surcease. I would make sure that when she did cum, it was at my command, and with the shocking realization that no one else would make her feel as good as I did.
But alas, the problem lay in the fact that Felicity would never allow me to come that close to her. It had been glaringly obvious in the way she'd ghosted me last night. After my last text telling her that I'd come, there had been no response.
My best guess was that she'd been horrified, not at me but at herself. From our past conversations, I could tell that she wasn't a woman who indulged in taking pleasure. And when it was offered to her, the idea of letting loose was so horrific that she removed herself from the situation.
I was fucking surprised when she'd told me she wanted to continue last night. I'd stared at my screen for a good ten seconds, gobsmacked and irritatingly hard. Maybe there was a side to Felicity that wasn't as demure as she appeared to be after all. And fuck me if I didn't want to find out.
But that would have to come later. We had work to do.
After the revelation yesterday, I'd been too stunned to even form a thought, and with pursed lips, she'd offered to come back. Now, she sat across from me in my office, her head buried in her sketchbook. A slight blush stained her cheeks. I was willing to bet she was thinking about how she came all over a dildo last night.
It was at the tip of my tongue to bring it up, to say something to let her know I was AaRogue, but what were the odds that she would continue talking to me? Especially after last night? The answer was zero. No doubt she'd only done that because she thought I didn't know who she was.
Besides, she never had to find out that I was AaRogue. It was, after all, very unnecessary information. What was necessary was finding a way to establish a physical relationship with her. If Aaron—preferably—was able to achieve that feat, then all the better. And if her attention was only limited to online reality games, AaRogue would happily be at her service. Either way, I came out on top.
"Do you do this often?"
The soft voice drew me out of my reverie. The owner's head was still buried in her sketchbook, and her hand directed the pencil haphazardly on the paper. For some reason, she'd chosen to do her sketches on my desk instead of hers, and I couldn't say I hated it.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Felicity lifted her gaze to mine, her round amber eyes almost knocking the breath out of me. Swear to God, I'd never seen more beautiful eyes before. "You shouldn’t stare at people. I can feel your gaze digging into the side of my head. It’s rude."
I blinked, then chuckled. "What about you? Do you do this often?"
Her lips twisted into a frown. "What?"
My gaze rested on those heart-shaped lips, and thoughts of more important things she could be doing with them flooded my mind. "Hide all that feistiness behind a meek exterior."
Her mouth opened and closed as if she suddenly remembered that she wasn't supposed to respond. A slight, pink hue colored her cheeks, and I couldn't tell if it was due to last night or the fact that I'd just called her out.
I wanted to know why she'd decided to dilute herself. I saw in her eyes a certain wildness, like a caged bird who longed for freedom but had been held back for so long that it wasn't sure which was safer: sticking with what it knew or pursuing happiness.
"Don't do that," I told her when I saw her retreating. "Don't run."
Her gaze darted away for a second. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I could have pushed, but something told me that was the easiest way to chase her away, so I opted for a change in topic. "How long have you been drawing?"
"Sketching, you mean. I don't like drawing."
"But you do it. I saw some of your art."
"You weren't supposed to."
"Touché" She was right anyway. If I hadn't mistakenly loosened my grip, I’d be none the wiser about her online persona. "Still."
Her eyes narrowed, but she sighed. "When I was ten. My mother recognized my talents, and she got me some lessons."
"Did you know you'd make a career out of it?"
She shrugged. "Not at the beginning. My father, however, thought I'd make a fabulous addition to his company."
Stephen Wiley and memories of our online conversations resurfaced. Licia always said her father was trying to control her, and that he didn't like the company she worked for. Now that Licia was Felicity, it made complete sense. Of course her father would want her to work for his company. It must’ve killed him that she'd chosen to render her services to a rival company.
I almost laughed. She was feisty, this one. I didn't even think I could play such a bold move.
"But you're not there now,” I said.
