Page 160 of Pure Recklessness

The same thing happened when she laughed at a funny scene.

And when she laid her head on my shoulder… Damn.

The fact that she’d opened up to me also meant a lot. It made me feel special. Like she trusted me.

That was why when she offered to suck me off when we got back from the museum, there was no way I could accept. Only a selfish cunt would do that.

When I woke up after 7 a.m. yesterday, Ellie had her arms wrapped around me and…

Well, I didn’t hate it.

I’d stayed in bed much longer than I would normally on a Sunday. And instead of going straight to my office, I went to buy fruit, pastries and other things I thought Ellie would like, then prepared brunch for her before starting work.

I’d checked on Ellie a few times, but clearly she was exhausted, so I let her sleep.

Normally after I’d spent more than a few hours with a woman, I got restless and wanted to leave. But with Ellie, it was different somehow.

Instead of wanting distance, I craved her. And wanted more.

Which was a problem.

Organising the museum visit was one thing, but perhaps in hindsight the whole brunch in bed and movie marathon was a step too far.

I didn’t want to lead her on or make her think that this was going to become a relationship.

Because it wasn’t.

Even if some small, disobedient part of me wanted it to.

‘Who is she?’ Heath asked.

‘None of your business,’ I snapped.

‘Oooh, touchy!’ Oscar grinned.

‘I’ve answered enough of your questions. Now can you all shut the fuck up and focus,’ I said firmly.

I knew the more I talked about it, the more they’d want to know and the more risk there was of them pushing me to reveal her identity.

They could never know that I was fucking Ellie.

The fallout would be catastrophic.

That was why I needed to shut this shit down before I started to catch feelings, which to my horror, was starting to feel like a real possibility.

Yes, my weekend with Ellie was incredible.

But we absolutely couldn’t screw again.

And this time, I really meant it.

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ELLIE

‘Thanks, lovely,’ Dana said as I placed the cocktails on the table.

‘Cheers, sweetie,’ Joe added.