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“Sounds good,” I said, my voice low and scratchy.
“I’ll draw the water for you.” Micah slid off the bed and walked away, his tight ass flexing.
What we’d found together might be enough for a time. I took another swallow of coffee. But he would grow bored with a vanilla sex life once the newness wore off.
What the fuck was I even thinking—we hadn’tdiscusseda relationship. We hadn’t agreed to an exclusiveanythingeven though he’d claimed I was his in the heat of the moment and wanted me to call him Sir.
For all I knew, he could be fucking a different woman every other night. He owned an escort business for Christ’s sake. Clients had probably acknowledged him in the same way.
He’d claimed I was his, but was that just part of the whole dominant side of him coming out while fucking? He’d also said I was moving in with him, but how long until he grew bothered by having someone all up in his space and told me to pack my shit and get out?
Damaged goods, I’d been labeled more than once. What man would want to deal with the shit baggage dragging along behind me?
Goddammit. I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes, fighting off tears. What the fuck was wrong with me? I needed to get a grip so his too-intuitive gaze didn’t see the war tearing apart my insides. Drawing in a deep breath, I counted to ten. Ten to one on the exhale. Twice more, and the threat of tears dissipated. Another two, and assurance I could face him filled me.
I scooted off the bed, wincing. Good Lord Almighty, my pussy ached.
“Need me to carry you?” Micah asked as he returned to the bedroom.
A huff of laughter blew past my lips, and I fought against the rush of emotions again. “Nah.” I grabbed my cover-up off of the floor and held it to my chest while sidling past him, intent on the bathroom.
“I’ll bring you more coffee,” he said as I stepped over the threshold onto the cool tile.
“Thanks, but I’ll wait.” I shut the door behind me and dropped the cover-up. Water poured from the spigot of his massive bathtub, steam rising in its wake.
I groaned while lowering myself into the hot water. So, so good...
A smile on my face, I lay back, closing my eyes. Micah’s tub was easily twice the size of my parent’s. My toes didn’t even reach the other side.
Perhaps I ought to take advantage of Micah’s offer for as long as he wanted to keep me around. He made coffee better than any barista, and his soft mattress cradled me ten times more tenderly than my old one at home. Never mind that every inch of his body was available for my enjoyment while I shared his bed.
The thought of other women in his life though turned off the arousal stirring in my blood.
We needed to have a little chat, one I didn’t know how to start, let alone what all ought to be said. I just had to make the warring thoughts in my head shut the hell up so I could enjoy what I had—while I could.
It won’t last.
That truth tightened my throat and spilled tears down my cheeks. Perhaps ending things before they developed into more would be the right choice. Regardless of what my mouth would spill once faced with him again, I knew I would eventually end up brokenhearted by the one man I longed to keep in my life.
Chapter19
Micah
Jasmine lounged in the tub long enough I started to worry. If not for the quiet splash of water here and there, I’d have gone in to check on her. She’d seemed to need some space, though, so I had to give it.
I ran a hand over my jaw. Being unable to control a situation pissed me the hell off. She obviously didn’t believe that I wanted her even if it meant no kink.
“Fucking hell.” Using a little too much force, I stripped the sheets from my bed and remade it, fluffed the pillows, and tossed them back against the headboard.
“Jasmine?” I called through the bathroom door, unable to handle the distance between us for one second longer.
“Hmm?”
“I’ll leave a T-shirt and shorts on the bed for you.”
No fucking noise reached through the door.
“You hungry?” I asked.
