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And then he was gone.
I was left alone on the table, trying to catch my breath from the best orgasm of my life and wondering what the hell I was going to do now since my best friend and boss had been the one to deliver it.
WESTON
Brynn crossed one leg over the other where she sat across from me on the plane. There was nothing inherently sexual about the move, but I was fucking semi hard regardless. Jesus, I was attracted to the simplest action as long as she was the one doing it.
The memory of her coming on my fingers played on repeat in my mind. She’d been so responsive, all fired up and ready for me after the accidental foreplay session we’d had in her office prior to the trip. It wasn’t enough, I needed more to sate the thirst I had for her.
But after I made her come, I’d run off. Just like she had after our first kiss. I could blame it on the poker game, on Crossland’s impeccable timing, but the truth was I was a coward. I’d gotten a taste of something beautiful, and I was scared as hell of losing it, of losing Brynn.
And now everything was awkward as fuck.
She’d been more than formal with me throughout the rest of the trip. It was like we were just business associates now and I didn’t fucking like it. This exact reaction to crossing lines is one of the reasons I’d drawn them in the first place. I couldn’t afford to lose Brynn, and I felt like I already had.
“Get a lot of work done?” I asked once the plane landed. It’d been a long-as-hell ride, but I’d done my best to give her space to work while she did her best to ignore me while doing said work.
I couldn’t blame her. It’s not like I’d given her an explanation for bolting, and it wasn’t like I’d tried to cross the line with her again. But God, did I want to.
“Loads,” she answered as we de-boarded the plane, heading for the car waiting for us on the tarmac. “It’s like I never left.”
“Good,” I said, hating the tension tightening in my chest. Things had never been so strained between us before and I didn’t have a clue how to navigate it.
Apparently, neither did she, because she remained quiet and distant the entire ride to her apartment.
“Want me to walk you up?” I asked.
“No, I’m good,” she said, hopping out of the vehicle the second our driver parked.
“Let me at least get your bag for you,” I said once I’d followed her out of the car.
“It’s really fine, Wes,” she said, and the way she shaped my name made my dick twitch. I wanted to hear her moan that into my mouth like she had back at the resort.
Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about her and what it would be like to have unrestricted access to every luscious inch.
And from the way she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, she couldn’t either.
I took her bag out of the back, circling around to speak to the driver.
“If I’m not back out in ten minutes, feel free to head out,” I said, not entirely sure where I stood with her, but I was about to find out.
My driver nodded, not needing to ask another question since I kept him on retainer.
“You really don’t have to haul that all the way up here,” she said as we climbed her stairs until we reached her apartment.
“I want to,” I said as she unlocked her door and motioned me inside.
I dropped her bag in her bedroom, then lingered in her living room for a few seconds, waiting for her to give me any sort of sign. The last thing I wanted to do was lose her, but we’d already stepped over the line. I couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted to keep dancing across it.
“Thanks,” she finally said, something churning in her eyes. “It really was a great trip. One of my favorites.” She folded her arms around herself as she leaned against her couch, and I waited for her to say more, but she just bit that bottom lip, driving me wild with need.
“Mine too,” I said, hating that the words I needed to say were locked in my throat. Fuck, I’d always been able to talk to Brynn about anything before, regardless of stakes. But now everything was tilted. “Well, have a good night,” I finally said, heading straight for her door.
I wasn’t about to linger where I wasn’t wanted, and I felt like I’d encroached on her space enough.
“Wes,” she said once I’d made it to her door.
“Yeah?” I asked, hand stopping on the knob.
