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“I texted you instead.”
“I needed to hear that you were safe, Charlie. Anyone could have had your phone.”
“And this random person knew that I was supposed to text you?” I laugh.
“Next time, call me like you’re supposed to.”
“There won’t be a next time,” I tell him.
“You made me a promise tonight, Charlie.”
“We’ll see.” I’ll avoid him, and he’ll forget all about the promise I made in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “We’ll see.” He doesn’t sound convinced, but that’s okay. He’ll get the hint eventually.
“Sweet dreams, Charlie girl.”
My heart softens to him. “Night, Spence.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Spencer
Tossing my phone onto the bed, I strip out of my clothes and move to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I don’t wait for the water to warm before I step under the spray. The ice-cold liquid hits my skin and feels like needles. I stand still and take the abuse. My cock hangs heavy between my thighs, and the ache has been constant since laying eyes on her earlier tonight.
The cold water does nothing for my situation. I froze my ass off for no reason. The only thing that will help is release or Charlotte, and I don’t see option two happening tonight or anytime soon. I’m going to have to settle for my hand and some self-love. This won’t be the first time that I’ve jerked off to the image of the auburn-haired goddess, and I’m certain it won’t be the last.
Taking hold of my cock, I squeeze as I close my eyes. I grip the base as my hand glides to the top and back again. An image of her sky-blue eyes filled with desire as she peered up at me earlier tonight is all I can see. And what do I hear? It’s her moans as her orgasm soared through her body.
I did that.
I gave her that pleasure.
Fuck.My grip grows tighter. My strokes faster. Those blue eyes are all I see as I chase my release. Tingles shoot up my spine as my body grows taut. With one hand braced on the shower wall, I hang my head and move my hand faster and faster, chasing the high. With two more long, fast strokes, I’m spilling everything I wanted to give her tonight down the drain. My cock twitches in my palm as my chest heaves with exertion. Just the thought of her was all it took to have me falling over the edge of pleasure.
I wish it wasn’t just the memory of her and that she was here with me right now. This isn’t a new wish, but somehow, it’s different. I feel like I’m actually getting to know the real Charlotte.
I let the hot water rain down on me while I catch my breath. I think about the last few weeks and my interactions with Charlotte. She’s not the stuck-up woman with the attitude that says I’m better than you that I thought that she was. The only thing I was right about when it comes to Charlotte is that she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Tonight, the way she responded to my touch…. I’m still shocked she let me touch her at all, but my guess is that she didn’t realize what she was doing. She didn’t know that I was now addicted. She didn’t know that she’d awakened the beast inside me, the one that wants her. Only her. If I thought her kisses were potent, I had no idea what it would feel like to have her in my arms, my fingers inside her, and my name on her lips as she lost control.
I want her.
I’ve always wanted her.
I know that I need to tread lightly. I know Charlotte well enough to understand that she’s going to try to push what happened between us under the rug. She’s going to pretend that it never happened, and although I’ll never forget tonight, I need to not push her. Not too far. I need to move us forward without being obvious about it. I have no fucking clue how I’m going to make that happen, but I’m going to give it all that I’ve got. Because at the end of the day, the fact remains the same. I want Charlotte Krause to be mine.
* * *
It’s Monday morning, and I barely slept last night. A hundred different scenarios of how today was going to go ran through my mind. I still don’t know what to expect. I have narrowed it down to one of two things. She’s either going to pretend it never happened or tell me that it was a mistake and will never happen again.
I’m not okay with either.
It did happen, and I’m going to fight like hell for it to happen again. Something tells me that this battle is going to be the hardest I’ve faced, but in the end, the victory will be sweet. I refuse to accept anything less. We’ve danced around this for ten years. I’ve misjudged her, and it’s time we get back on the right track. The one that should have started that first day freshman year when she turned me down. I let my ego get in the way, blaming it on hers when I should have fought for what I wanted. I was young, but now I’m older and wiser, and I’m damn certain that she is who I want.
It’s twenty minutes until eight, and her car is already here. I wonder if she had trouble sleeping last night as well. I reached for my phone more times than I care to admit to call or text her, but I stopped myself every single time. I don’t care that I’m early. I’m eager to see her. Grabbing my bag that holds my laptop and the contract, which I pretty much have memorized by this point, I climb out of my car and make my way inside.
“Good morning. How may I help you?” the receptionist greets me.
