Instantly, his arms are around me. Holding me so tightly I don’t think he has any intention of ever letting me go. And I’m so okay with that.
“No one has to know that’s you, except us,” I tell him. “I won’t tell them. And they won’t tell anyone about us. And if I tell them not to worry, they won’t think anything of what just happened.”
Apollo scrubs his scruffy face against my bare cleavage. “I’m sorry I flipped out. I’m just so used to being used and lied to. It killed me to even think that about you.”
“I understand. I hate being lied to, too.” I comfort him stroking his thick, dark hair standing between his legs where he sits on the bed.
“I do everything I can not to lie to others. Especially people I care about. I care about you so much, Apollo. Do you still want me to call you Apollo?” I ask wondering if he’d rather I use his real name.
“You can call me whatever you want, Lilypop.”
“Can I still call you Spaceman?” No wonder he was so curious about where I came up with that nickname. Talk about a coincidence. It works on way too many levels.
Apollo pulls me closer. Burying his face in my belly. Though it turns me on, his hot breath through my shirt and his hands roaming over my back and down to cup my ass, there’s something more to the way he holds me. I could actually believe that he cares about me more deeply than I ever would have expected.
It’s dangerous to get my hopes up like this. To admit, even to myself that I’m falling for him. He’s going to leave someday. Sooner or later. I need to be ready for it. I won’t be if I go falling in love with him.
“Lily?” He whispers against me.
“Yes?”
“Do you honestly love that show?”
“It’s the only thing I watch. You were amazing in it. If I’d known it was you when we met, you’d have known. I wouldn’t have been able to hide it. It might sink in at some point that you and he are one and the same but right now, you’re just Apollo. My amazing, doting boyfriend.”
“You forgot sex machine,” Apollo says and winks up at me.
“I thought that went without saying.”
Apollo lifts my shirt and kisses my bare stomach.
I melt until only his strong hands gripping my hips keep me standing.
“You already used your condom ration for the day,” I remind him.
“We don’t need one for what I want to do right now.”
He guides me back a step before dropping to his knees on the floor between me and the bed. His fingers hook into the waist of my leggings and panties before he yanks them down my legs.
Then, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I brace my foot on the bed behind him and grab fists full of his hair with both of my hands for balance as he buries his face between my thighs.
He makes it quick but no less worshipful. When I come I can’t hold back. Pleasure bursts from my lungs as I cry out and clap my hand over my mouth.
But it’s too late. Cheers erupt from the other room.
Apollo and I shake with laughter.
As he puts my leg down and pulls up my leggings, he says, “We should go take our bow, then come back for an encore.”
I bury my face in my hands. Mortified.
Again, I’m not a prude but I don’t have the confidence Apollo does to ham it up and play along.
But he’s right. We should probably get back out there.
“Take your bow but we’ll save the encore for later,” I tell him and we head out to another round of applause to which Apollo happily takes a bow.
