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Which is exactly what he did.
I kind of like this fumbling side of him. It’s refreshing. I would find it rather sweet had it not been for the fact that he slept with another woman less than an hour after he slept with me and allowed her to use his phone to taunt me.
I let out a huff of breath. “What did you come here for?”
He takes my hand. I should pull away from him, but I don’t. His touch is comforting even though I hate him right now.
“I tried calling you last night, but you didn’t answer,” he says.
That’s because my phone is in a hundred pieces on my floor.
“It’s not working at the moment. And frankly, even if it were still working, I wouldn’t have answered it anyway. Not after last night. I’m not into games,” I say.
He laces his fingers with mine, pulling me closer to him.
Damn it. Why do I still want him?
“Whatever you think happened last night, it didn’t. I swear to you. I forgot my phone at the bar before you and I went into the office. I didn’t even realize it was missing until I went to text you goodnight and to tell you what an amazing time I had with you. I went onto my computer to track it and then I saw you’d responded to something I’d posted on Twitter. Except, I didn’t post it. That’s when I saw what that woman—whom I’ve never spoken to ever or seen before that night—had written to you.
“I had to go to a payphone and call her to ask for my phone back. She tried holding it hostage and said the only way she would give it back was if I had sex with her.”
I chew on my bottom lip, afraid of the answer I’ll get to my next question. “Did you?”
He screws up his face, looking angry. “Fuck no. I would never do that. I contacted Corbin at the bar and had him take it from her and kick her out of my restaurant. I picked it up after I got off work today and have been trying to get ahold of you ever since.
“Your restaurant?” I say.
“Yeah. I own it. Corbin runs it for me. I have one in San Pedro County and a couple on the east coast as well.”
My jaw drops on the floor. That luxurious restaurant where drinks cost as much as a meal, and an actual meal would cost me a full paycheck … belongs to him? I thought we went there because his friend worked there, but he took me there because he owns it. And all of that time thinking someone might walk in on us in that office. That office was his.
“So you lied about that too?” I say, furious. First the subway, now this. I probably shouldn’t, but I believe him about not sleeping with that woman last night. There’s something sincere about his words that I don’t think even the best liar could fake. Still, he’s been playing me this whole time.
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you,” he says. “You didn’t tell me you worked for an IT company. I didn’t think it mattered.”
“But I didn’t fuck you in my office and not tell you I worked there either.”
He sighs and pulls me in even closer until my chest is touching his and I have to look up at him. “I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t ready to let you into my life until I knew for sure I wanted you in it.”
“Do you?” I ask.
“More than anything. Seeing that crazy woman’s post to you and thinking about how it might hurt you, it drove me crazy. I knew then I wanted to only be with you.” The crease on the skin between his eyes deepens when he looks down at me. “Don’t you feel that connection between us too?”
I put my hands around his back, run my fingers up his spine. “I do, but it will be hard to date someone who lives an hour away.”
“That’s going to change very soon. I talked to Corbin this morning. He’s been begging to take over the restaurant in San Pedro County, and I kind of like Brettsville. I figured we could switch places. See what happens.”
I take his face between my hands and pull him into a kiss. He clings to me as if I might float away like a balloon if he were to let go.
When we part, he looks at me with a flirty smile and says, “You know, they have really nice rooms here, and I don’t think I can wait another minute to have you all to myself.”
“Lead the way.”
This new room makes the old one he took me to seem run down. The crown molding, Tiffany lamps, Chesterfield couch, and all the other embellishments put this place in a class of its own. It’s the kind of suite a celebrity would stay in when in town.
“It’s a shame to take that dress off of you. You look breathtaking, but it has to go,” he says.
There’s no zipper or contraption holding it on, just clingy fabric. I lift it up and over my head in one fluid motion, and toss it onto the couch. I’m in nothing but my black bra, lace thong, and heels.
“That body,” he says with an appreciative whistle to follow.
His clothes come off next. Even his boxers. His size surprises me still, even after I’ve been with him twice. I’m amazed my body can take it all.
When I try to take off my bra, he stops me. “No, allow me,” he says, and reaches behind me to find the clasp. My body shivers, and goose bumps spread across my skin. I don’t know why I’m so nervous being with him again. It might be because he’s willing to move to a different town to give this thing between us a shot. That’s a lot of pressure. What if, outside the bedroom for any length of time, we’re not compatible? Or what if this jealous beast inside of me can’t be tamed with just a promise? Can one actually tie down the O-Maker with monogamy without him becoming resentful?
He silences my doubts with a single touch. My bra slides off and his warm hands cup my breasts, kneading them in his big paws. I reach down, taking his length in my hands, a tire iron wrapped in silk skin, and slowly stroke him.
Our mouths collide in a deep and delirious kiss that has us both gasping for air when we come apart. He takes the sides of my panties and slides them down my legs until they pool at my feet. I step out of them. He cups my ass cheeks, jiggling them, making my generous backside bounce in his hands. He is definitely an ass man.
“I need you so bad right now,” he says into my neck as he licks sand sucks at my pulse. “I want to make you feel things you’ve never experienced before,” he says, sliding his fingers down the seam of my butt.
“How do you know I’ve never experienced those things before?” I say mischievously.
He bites my neck and kisses his way to my chin. Then he leans back so our eyes meet. “I’m reading your body. It’s telling me all your secrets” He flicks his tongue out, licking my lips. “There’s more than one way to have an orgasm. Do you think you’re up for it?” he says.
Right now I’m up for anything. I know what he wants and I want to give it to him. What’s mine is his. The idea of him claiming that forbidden area sends chills throughout my body and turns my pussy into a drip system.
“Yes, I want it,” I say.
He mumbles a sound of approval, and bends down, taking one of my nipples between his lips and giving it a hard suck before moving to the other. By the time he’s done with my breasts, my nipples are swollen and brutally pink, and my body aches to be filled in every way possible.
“Get on the bed and spread your pussy lips for me,” he says.
I do as I’m commanded.
“Wider,” he says. “I want to see inside of you.”
Again, I do what I’m told.
The chandelier above me rains bright light down on my glistening parts, giving him an unobstructed view. Whatever flaws I may have are out there, exposed. It’s a vulnerable position to be in, and yet with Heath, I feel safe. Wanted. Desired.
His tongue, wide and flat, starts at my asshole and licks all the way to my clit in one long stroke. He does this over and over again.
“Spread your ass for me too,” he demands.
I move my fingers so I can spread both my ass and pussy at the same time. Heath lets out a craving grunt. He then delves his fingers into my pussy, hooking them and drawing out as much of my natural cream as he can scoop out, then transfers
it to my ass. When there’s enough of it, he slides his finger into my tight back entrance. It’s sloppy wet, making embarrassing squelching noises. But the sound only seems to turn him on more and so I forget about it, and revel in the feel of his finger in that naughty place.
