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Do you want me to fuck this perfect pussy?
“It’s okay.” I kiss him gently. “I liked it.”
I don’t know how to tell him that I know all about his filthy mouth—intimately so.
“Good,” he rumbles. “Because I don’t see myself magically gaining any restraint when it comes to you in the foreseeable future.”
I can’t help my smile, the anxiety that’s been building this last week dissipating and morphing into this strange calm. But still, I can’t help but wonder:
“What—” I clear my throat. “What does this mean for my job?”
“What?” He looks genuinely confused. “You don’t want to leave, do you?”
“No, no, of course not! But... is this... is this going to make things weird?”
“Not if we don’t let it,” he assures me. “We just have to make sure we keep things separate.”
“Separate?”
“From Sophie,” he says. “Until... until we know what this is.”
It shouldn’t make me feel the way it does, hearing it—it’s a perfectly reasonable thing he’s saying, after all. It wouldn’t be fair to Sophie to expose her to this without knowing what it is.
So why do I feel so anxious all of the sudden?
My mind travels back to sleepless nights and red eyes after Aiden disappeared from me once, and I think now it would be so much worse, now that I know him.
Maybe that’s why I say nothing, even when I know I should.
I could tell him now. I could tell him everything I know about us, about what we’ve shared—but there is a tiny voice in my head that warns me against it. He walked out of my life once, and I survived that, but could I do it again? Now? These questions have me shoving down all the things I know I should probably be saying, but instead I lean in for another lingering kiss.
“I’m okay with keeping things separate,” I tell him. “For Sophie.”
He pulls me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. “But that doesn’t mean this ends tonight,” he tells me pointedly. “Right?”
My lips curve in a shy smile. “I don’t want it to.”
“Good,” he sighs. He kisses me again. “Because I’m not done with you, Cassie. Not by a long shot.”
I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear him say this until he did. It makes me feel giddy.
He carefully helps me dress before tucking himself back in his pants, pulling me down from the counter before tilting up my chin to kiss my cheek. I feel his smile there, feeling his other hand sliding against my hip as if to memorize the shape of it.
He flicks off the lights in the bathroom as he pulls me out in the hall, holding against me for longer than necessary, like he’s not ready to let me go. I can definitively say that I know the feeling.
“Good night, Cassie.”
“Night,” I whisper back, his low voice making my knees weak.
His hand slides down my arm when I peel myself away from him, his fingers grazing my skin until they find my fingertips, clinging to them for a few seconds before he finally lets me go. I turn from him to head back to my room, and it takes everything I have not to selfishly beg him to come back with me, just like it takes an incredible amount of effort not to turn back to get one last look at him.
Especially since I feel his eyes on me the entire way.
I’ve been waiting for Cici to log on for half an hour.
I think it’s officially safe to say that I’m a little obsessed.
Doesn’t stop me from continuing to wait.
