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“Right, so to clarify. You don’t sleep around with men. You’re not clingy. You don’t believe in friends-with-benefits. Am I missing something?”
Addison bows her head, shaking it softly. “You can’t possibly understand.”
I place my finger beneath her chin and raise it so our eyes meet.
“What do you want from me, Addison?”
“I don’t know, okay? All I know is that the last week has been hard.”
My gaze lingers on her lips. “It’s been hard for me too.”
Then, she lifts her eyes but quickly glances sideways to the door. Her hand grabs my wrist again, directing me between her legs.
“You’re not finished.”
A smirk plays on my lips as I lick them with delight. “If I make you come, then it’s only me who gets to touch you like this, you understand?”
Addison clutches my shirt with both her hands, bringing me in for a deep kiss.
“And if I come, then no one else touches you, deal?”
I kiss her back with force, racing against my heart which pounds inside my chest. What we’re doing is dangerous.
But for now—no one else will touch what is deemed to be mine. And I’ll make damn sure it stays this way.
Fifteen
Addison
“Do you want me to finish or not?”
I’m lying on my stomach, attempting to go through the manuscript for book two. If it weren’t for the distraction beside me, I’d have binge-read the book in a matter of hours. In the space of ten minutes, I’ve re-read the same line three times. Considering it’s a sex scene, it should be easy to read, but I’ve lost track of exactly where the character’s hands are positioned, and what he is doing with his tongue.
“But you’re naked, and I can’t concentrate,” Masen complains with a devious smile, knowing full well I’m trying to read.
“I’ve been naked all night. In fact, you said if I gave you a blow job, you’d leave me alone. I held up my end of the bargain, but clearly, you have not.”
“Fine,” he sulks, falling onto his back and removing his hands from me.
The loss of his touch is hard to bear, but I try my best to ignore the momentary loss in an effort to finish this story. I’m over halfway, and of course, the author throws in a plot twist that has made my stomach turn upside down. I pause for a moment, reflecting on the past week and how things changed between Masen and me the night when I went out with Harrison.
We’d gone as far as to admit our time apart was hard, and the jealousy drove us both to do things out of character. So, for the past week, we did the opposite—we’ve been with each other almost every day.
The juggling act, however, proves difficult for me. I dedicated the little spare time I had between my studies and work to him. Masen’s penthouse has become our refuge or lair of lovemaking if being more accurate. Damn, too much Eric. He’d be proud of me if he knew.
It’s the only place where we have privacy and freedom to do whatever we please.
And that we did.
Masen is insatiable in the bedroom.
I’d meet him after work, without having dinner yet, only for him to ravage me the second I walked through the door. To set the record straight, I never complained. Since the strenuous workout left me famished, we always ate a big meal afterward. But eating big equates to a food coma, which resulted in me crashing here several times. When I woke in the middle of the night, Masen refused for me to leave. It wasn’t worth the argument, so I ended up each time falling asleep in his arms.
It wasn’t a problem the first time, but then Cruz began asking more questions. The more I’m away from home, the more he demands my attention when I’m there.
And this juggling act I found myself in is becoming difficult to balance. I found myself lying to protect him, only to be riddled with guilt afterward. It isn’t the right time to say anything because I know our friendship will be compromised once he finds out. Cruz has always been sensitive over his relationship with Masen, and this won’t go down well at all.
For now, Masen and I are having fun. No definitions, just fun.
