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I swirled my tongue around his tip one more time, sucking harder than I had before. He groaned as he exploded in my mouth, that first shot hot against the back of my throat. I consumed every drop, keeping my mouth sealed around him and my eyes on his until the pulsating stopped and I felt him begin to soften.
I pulled away and he fell out of my mouth, stumbling back against the counter on weak legs. Both of our chests were heaving as the last bit of his release dripped onto the floor along with my saliva. I raised on wobbly legs and stood to face him. He was staring at me with flushed cheeks and I watched a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. His eyes were wild. Glazed with lust and passion.
I slowly ran my tongue across my lips, wiping away the remainder of him. I lifted my head and smiled proudly. His pants were still around his ankles, but he didn’t seem to care. He only stared after me in astonishment. I didn’t allow myself to feel any sort of embarrassment as I stepped up to him and placed a hand on his chest. “That—and nothing else—will ever happen again,” I whispered. “We’re even now.”
His eyes grew wide, but he didn’t respond. I wondered if I sucked him into a state of shock.
I felt proud at that thought.
I turned toward the long hallway that led from the kitchen. “I’ve got to go fix my hair. You should probably clean up that mess you made on the floor and put your dick away before people start showing up,” I said as I sauntered toward the bathroom.
“Mace?” he called out. I didn’t turn around, but I paused long enough to hear what he had to say. “Can we be friends, at least?”
I was surprised by his question, but I didn’t let him see it on my face. I kept my back turned to him as I giggled. “I’ll think about it.”
I hid out in the bathroom until I heard unfamiliar voices echo throughout the massive house. I was too afraid to be alone with him yet. I returned to the foyer to find him in full realtor mode. There was no evidence of what I’d just done in the kitchen. He walked around the house, pointing out its best assets with his soul-stopping smile and panty-dropping charm.
He was polite and informative. He answered every question and concern flawlessly. I had no doubt this house would have multiple offers on it before the day was out. Not because the house itself was stunning, but because of him.
I mostly stood by the front door and greeted people as they entered and exited. Dom and I watched each other from the corner of our eyes, and I couldn’t ignore the knowing sparkle that glittered in his. To my surprise, I had fun. Not just because of the blow job. No, I specifically chose to ignore the way that had made me feel. Hot. Desirable. Alluring. I ignored the way he tasted and how much I enjoyed watching him come undone.
Nope. Not going there. Never again.
The open house, though. That was surprisingly fun.
Once it was done and everyone had left, we cleaned the home and locked it back up. I asked him as I climbed into his car, “Is planning open houses a full time job?”
I jumped right into a new topic of conversation to avoid speaking of anything that involved either of us not having pants on. I told him as much in the kitchen that it was a one-time thing. No need to speak of it again. He asked to be friends. I was hoping he’d honor that by not bringing it up either of the past twenty-four hour’s discretions.
He chuckled as he slid into the driver seat. “No, I don’t think so. At least not full-time. But if you’re interested in learning more about real estate you could come with me again to the next one.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.” I squeezed his forearm that rested on the center console between us. “Thanks.” Surprise was on his face when he looked at me. “For thinking of me. For wanting to help me find something better than what I’m doing now.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “As long as from now on you don’t question my friendship with you, Macie.”
For some stupid reason I found myself wanting to ask,is that what we are?
I kept my mouth shut. It was my decision to never cross that line again. He asked if we could be friends. I said I’d think about it, and I had. We could. So I smiled back at him and didn’t say anything more.
As we eased out of the hills and toward my apartment, Dom asked, “What was your favorite thing about your last job? What made you like it there so much that you feel you’ve lost it now?”
I bit down on my lip. “Well, like I said before, I liked teaching science a lot better. There was more I could do with it. Now, I’m just doing multiplication tables and assigning homework. Before, we did field trips and projects. I taught a wide range of topics from geology to zoology to astronomy. It was just… fun.” I swiveled in my seat toward him. “My favorite thing, though, was the spring dance I coordinated every year. I started in the fall and spent the whole school year planning it, making it perfect for the students. That's what I most looked forward to.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “So, you like planning things?”
“Well, no. I’m not like Penelope. I’m not an organized person when it comes to my personal life. I never plan out my outfits the night before or keep a calendar for my days. I don’t even plan out what I’m going to have for dinner until it’s seven o’clock and I’m staring at the barren fridge and starving.” I laughed. “But fun stuff, like those dances, I like to plan.”
We pulled up in front of my apartment, and I ignored the twinge of disappointment in my gut when I realized he wasn’t turning off the ignition or unbuckling himself. I swallowed the urge to ask him if he wanted to come inside, because even though we were apparently friends now, I didn’t trust myself to spend an unspecified amount of alone time with him. I grabbed my purse and opened the passenger door.
“That’s good to know,” he said.
“What?”
He leaned over, his smile blinding in the afternoon sun. I was curious to see how his eyes would reflect that direct light, but they were hidden behind his sunglasses. “That you enjoy planning the… fun stuff.” Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I felt like he might have winked. “Later, baby.”
I stepped back from the car and onto the curb, shutting the door as he sped away, wondering when the hell the word baby went from being an annoying sensation in my gut, to a pulsating one between my legs.
Chapter 6
