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I throw my phone on my bed anyway.
I’m fine. It’s fine. Totally fucking fine.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TROY
It’sFriday,soI’massuming she has to work tonight. I do too, but I have a couple more hours before my shift. I kicked myself all night for not taking her up on her offer. What the hell is wrong with me? Why wouldn’t I take what I can get?
I ring her doorbell, and a few seconds later her feet are shuffling on the carpet as she walks toward the door. When she’s on the other side, I feel her there. I know she’s looking through the peephole and hesitating to unlock the chain because she sees me.
I hear her sigh as she finally opens the door. She swings it open but doesn’t say anything. She stares at me for a moment then turns on her heel and walks away. I close the door behind me and follow her to her bedroom. She left her bedroom door cracked, so I take it as permission to enter. When I do, I see she’s almost ready for work, checking herself out in her full length mirror that’s leaning against the wall. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I got here. I’d rather us be on the same page, but if that isn’t possible, if all she wants is sex, then I’m going to make her dreams come true.
I move to the space behind her, stepping closer, until my chest is flush with her back. The smell of coconut from her shampoo invades the air around me as I gently brush her loose blonde curls over her shoulder, exposing her neck. She’s watching me intently in the mirror, not leaning into my touch. She’s not pulling away either, and I take it as the consent I need. I kiss her where her skin meets the plain black tank top she always wears to work.
One of my hands falls to her hip, my middle finger threading through the belt loop of her cutoff jean shorts and pull her into me. I slowly sweep my fingers along her neck, following the curve of her tank top until I reach the perfect spot between her breasts. I pause to kiss her shoulder before dragging my hand slowly down her stomach, never breaking contact with her body. When I get to the edge of her tank top, I slip my hand under, pushing up until my hand is flush against her skin, my pinky dipping below the top of her shorts.
“You want to be fucked, Lexy?” I whisper in her ear as my eyes meet hers in the mirror. “Then I’m going to fuck you every way I can.” She holds my gaze for a moment, struggling to hide how much I affect her. I pinch the denim with my fingers, giving me just enough slack to pop the button undone. Tugging her zipper, I catch a glimpse of her lace thong in the mirror. Fuck. I love it when she wears red. I slide my hand slowly under both layers of the clothing separating us. My middle finger traces softly along her opening.
I can’t read her at all. She keeps her eyes focused on the mirror, watching me. It’s like she’s determined not to give in to me and the satisfaction she can get from someone else instead of her vibrator. Maybe she really doesn’t know what it can be like. She has me now, whether she’s accepted it or not, and I want her to know what that means. I dip barely inside her and her breath catches, giving her away.
I spread her open with my fingers, before slipping further inside. She’s so fucking responsive to my touch. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. “You’re already wet. Have you been waiting for me, Lexy?” Her eyes shoot a dagger at me through the mirror, likely at my assumption that she wants me. I don’t care because I’m not wrong.
I pull out of her slowly before sliding back in, hooking my finger to hit her G-spot. That does the trick because her head falls back against my chest, her eyes fluttering closed on a moan. My thumb finds her clit and massages slowly, earning me another gasp from her perfect lips. With that, her hand reaches up, gripping the back of my neck. Her breath gets heavy and a little ragged as I push in and pull out of her slowly, my thumb keeping pressure right where she needs it.
My other hand runs up her side, gliding along her skin until it catches on her bra, and I take a full handful of her breast. She bites into her lower lip, and I can tell she’s close. I pull my finger out, slowly tracing her opening with her own wetness. My lips find her skin again, kissing up her throat as she presses her body into mine. I rub her in light, soft circles, only barely dipping into her. I want her to enjoy this as long as possible.
Her breath calms slightly, but I can feel her heart rate accelerate as I run my hand along her chest. My palm is flat against her now, and she attempts to press into me, her body begging me to be inside her again. I keep teasing her. I’m loving every second of watching her slowly fall apart.
All of a sudden her eyes fly open and meet mine in the mirror. “Troy. Stop teasing me, and make me come.” Her words are said in a whisper but come out as a threat. “Now.” With that final word, she tilts her hips, pressing into my hand as two of my fingers press into her, giving her what she wants. How could I not? I pulse in and out of her quickly, holding her to me as she tightens around my fingers, waves of contractions rolling through her. I can’t take my eyes off the mirror, off her. Her head has fallen back against me, her breath strangled as she shatters. Watching her come undone by my touch is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll do whatever it takes to experience it a thousand more times.
This is the moment I realize she’s not the one fucked. I am.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to deny her anything she desires from this point on. I’ll pray to fucking God it’s me she wants.
I slip my hand out of her shorts, zipping them up and fastening the button with my arms wrapped around her. When I’m finished, she turns into me, her hands softly pressing in my chest.
“I have to go to work,” she whispers, like she feels guilty.
“I know. I’ll be back tonight.”
She contemplates her response. “I don’t do sleepovers.”
“No sleeping. Got it. I’ll see you later.” I resist the kiss I want to give her and leave.
LEXY
When I pull into my usual parking spot, it’s dark, considering it's 2:30 a.m. Even so, the light above my first floor apartment door is bright enough I can tell it’s Troy’s car next to mine. I sigh, torn between sending him away and wanting him to come inside. He gets out of his car when he sees me open my door. When I get to my apartment, Troy is right behind me. I unlock the door, and he follows me inside. I guess I made my decision. I’m too exhausted to fight the pull to him.
“How was your night?” I ask as I flick on the kitchen light once we make it through the entryway and set my purse on the counter.
He tosses his car keys next to it. “Not bad. Nothing too crazy for a Friday night. What about yours?”
“I wasn’t so lucky. Some girl showed up trashed, but I was distracted. I didn’t realize it and served her when I shouldn’t have. She threw up EVERYWHERE.”
He steps closer, his hand sliding against my neck as he weaves his fingers through my hair. My body relaxes into his touch before I can stop myself. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your job to babysit 400 grown ass adults.”
“I know, I just have a lot on my mind. And then of course Todd was there.” His hand tenses at the douchebag’s name.
