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“So close… So close, Bianca...” She holds on to my thighs with both hands, saliva dripping down her chin, coating my sack. Doing her best, she works her tongue on the underside of my cock until the weight in my balls can't be ignored any longer.
The tingling at the base of my spine explodes into sheer bliss as I pull out and take aim. “Get ready.” I only have time to grunt before splashing her tongue and swollen lips with the first sticky ropes of cum. My ears ring, my chest rising and falling so rapidly I swear it’s about to explode. If it does, at least the last sight I’ll enjoy will be that of my cum painting her beautiful face. By the time I finish, she's dripping with it, and there's never been a more beautiful sight in my entire life.
She's still on her knees when I remove the belt. Then I wet a hand towel at the sink. She doesn't say a word as I help her to her feet, steadying her when she sways slightly. My touch is gentle now, careful as I clean her. Our eyes meet, and she immediately turns away, touching something deep inside me. Did I hurt her? Had I been too rough? I was sure to take care of her, ensuring she enjoyed everything. I might have been a little delirious, but I would’ve known if she wasn’t into it, right?
After pulling on shorts, I walk back out into the hall to grab her leggings. She still won't look at me, even as I help her step into them.
“Won't you at least say something?” I finally ask. It's apparent that something is weighing on her now that everything’s over. She’s thinking clearly again.
“I don't know what to say,” she whispers. Her voice is hoarse, husky, and I wish she would say more. The sound only reminds me of how wholly I controlled her. I have to keep her here tonight. I need to talk to her; I need to hear her raspy voice in the dark. I can't let her go now.
I’m about to open my mouth to ask her to stay, when she says, “I'd better go.”
That's it. No explanation, no apologies.
All I can do is fight my natural instinct that tells me to order her to stay, no matter how much I need her. What I truly need more is for her to want to be here. “I see,” I sigh heavily. “Don't let me keep you.”
Her brows draw together for a split second—like she can't believe I would let her go without a fight. When I offer nothing else of a response, she backs out of the bathroom, still watching me like she's expecting a sudden change of heart.
Remember, you are trying to do this the right way.
Yes, and that's the only thing keeping me from demanding she gets in my bed and stays there. I force myself to remain in place while her soft, rapid footsteps fade to silence. I hate this. Hate letting her go and watching her leave, however it’s a necessary evil. I can’t have her if she doesn’t want me, even if keeping her is the only way I can continue to breathe. If my little bird refuses to be mine, I guess I’ll have to get used to death.
Because without her, death appears to be the only option.
BIANCA
“You know, we haven’t been out for another happy hour since that first one, where you bailed on us.”
It isn't until I realize everybody's staring at me that I tune back into the conversation in the break room. It seems I’ve developed a bad habit of tuning out things that bore me, and nothing bores me more than small talk being exchanged around the coffeemaker. It’s either grin and bear it or not get a refill of coffee, and I need all the caffeine I can get my hands on today.
“Are you talking to me?” I ask on a nervous laugh.
Todd rolls his eyes. “No, I'm talking to the other coworker who bailed in the middle of a happy hour the first time she ever came out with us.”
“You honestly need to let this go,” Stephanie sighs while I sputter in confusion. “I swear, you are worse than a dog with a bone when you make up your mind to be pissed off about something.”
Todd snorts. “I'm not pissed. I'm just saying we were all worried.”
You didn't come off so worried about me.
Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to say the things that pop up into my head. If I remember correctly, he and everybody else were busy having a good time, slamming back drinks and dancing, while I was upstairs with Callum, watching from the one-way glass in his office as we were… the muscles in my stomach tighten. This is not the best place to think about that. It's bad enough that I've been fighting memories of last night all day long.
