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Shit.
AaRogue. What had I done?
“Good girl,” Aaron murmured, still holding me against his body as he kissed my hair. “You're such a good girl."
Fuck. I liked it way too much.
I guessed that was the issue with girls who excelled intellectually. We tended to have a praise kink.
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Felicity
This was the problem with allowing yourself to let loose. Sooner rather than later, you tended to realize that all that exhilaration was a fleeting sensation, and a strong dislike toward yourself for continually having hope for a different outcome came next.
I pulled away from Aaron, arranging my shirt around me. Between my thighs was sticky and uncomfortable, an irritating reminder of how I'd shamelessly allowed myself to fall apart like a little bitch around his fingers.
My legs moved to his desk, and I picked up my sketchbook and black tote bag, hanging it over one shoulder. I could feel his daunting presence behind me as I moved, wondering how easy it would be to just turn around and walk away. However, something told me it wouldn’t be as easy to ignore Aaron as it had been with AaRogue.
Besides, running away was not a solution. Not unless I planned to resign, and the chances of that happening were equal to zero. So, I sucked in a breath, tried to ignore my burning cheeks, and turned to face Aaron.
And…my jaw dropped.
Aaron had his fingers—the ones that had been inside me—in his mouth, and he was licking them. He was licking me. My knees buckled, and I had to grip the desk behind me to steady my legs.
"Don't do that," I hissed, the heat creeping to the rest of my body. It was bad enough what had happened. Why was he trying to make things worse?
Aaron had the audacity to look innocent. "Do what?"
God, he was infuriating. "You really want me to say it, don't you?"
He chuckled, lowering his hand. "You taste like my new favorite meal, by the way. And yes, I do want you to say it, Felicity. Say, ‘Don't lick my pussy juice, Aaron. It makes me uncomfortable that you actually enjoy it.'"
"That's crass. I'm not saying it."
"But you curse. Why is this such a problem? Is it because I fingered you?"
I needed to get out of here. Embarrassed was an understatement. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this lost for words, and I didn't even like to talk.
"You liked it,” he breathed. “The wetness between your thighs is evidence enough. In fact, I'm willing to bet you've thought about me fucking you and bringing you to completion with my cock this time."
"Aaron—"
"I like you, Felicity. Surely, you can see that."
He held my surprised gaze, and he didn't even blink. It was almost like he dared me to run away; like he expected me to. I stood my ground, letting the weight of his words settle around me. I didn't understand. How was that even possible? No, the better question was, why?
"But…we only just started talking. How could you like me?" I asked lowly, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
I knew it. I shouldn't have let him touch me. Now, he was telling me all these things that were fucking with my mind, and I just didn't know what to do.
"I'd admit it has been a gradual process,” he said. “Started a few months ago, and thank fuck that we're working together; otherwise, this would never have happened."
"This wasn't supposed to happen," I interjected. "I shouldn't have let it get this far. This is all my fault."
Aaron looked at me incredulously. "Felicity, I just told you I like you. How is that your fault?"
I opened my mouth to talk, but no sounds came out. He wouldn't understand. He just wouldn't. How could someone like him, confident, brilliant, handsome, able to have any woman he wanted, like someone like me? Someone plain? Someone undeserving?
