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“Come here,” he said.
He moved towards me anyway, crawling onto the bed between my spread legs. I scooted back, giving him room until he settled over me. “You’re so wet,” he said, running his hand along my slit. “I’m going to fuck you so good, babe.”
I wasn’t as wet as I wished I was. His fingertips were rough against my clit when he circled it, and when he lined up his erection at my entrance, I bit my lip. He moved slowly, pressing into me inch by inch. Dallas wasn’t small, but he didn’t fill me by any stretch of the imagination. I sighed when he was fully inside of me, and he groaned.
Dallas picked up his pace, and I moaned when he hit the right spot. Tension built slowly in my core, and I wrapped my legs around him, encouraging him to continue what he was doing. I took a deep breath when the pressure got more intense.
“Oh shit, don’t stop!” I cried, my toes curling and uncurling.
Then he changed his angle and sped up, and my orgasm slipped away while his breathing got heavier. “You like that?” he asked, his voice strained.
Not really. “Yes, it’s so good!”
After a moment my orgasm was within reach, and I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin. “Just like that,” I moaned between thrusts.
Dallas grunted, drilling into me harder. His movements got uneven, and his mouth dropped open. He let his eyes roll back, arched his back, and then whined. It was the same slightly higher pitch whine he had every time he came, and he forced himself deeper into me one more time before he collapsed on top of me.
My orgasm hung just out of my reach, almost taunting me. As he pulled out and rolled over next to me, my release got further away until it faded. I sighed, dropping my head onto the mattress and contemplating. Should I go to the bathroom and finish myself off? Would he mind if I did it right here?
Instead, when Dallas wrapped his arm around my waist, I curled up against him. My back was flat against his chest, and he tightened his hold, burying his face against my neck. He inhaled, breathing in the remaining scent from my shampoo and the probably barely noticeable scent of sweat, if there was one there at all. He released a satisfied breath.
“You know, I’m starting to really like falling asleep with you in my arms, babe,” he said, and a couple of small butterflies fluttered into my throat.
I closed my eyes, nodding. Dallas was nice, and I had a good time with him. The money didn’t hurt, and he had the body of a god, but I was getting good at faking an orgasm. Too good.
“Yeah, me too,” I said when he quietly started to snore.
***
I told myself I wasn’t going to hide from Drake when he walked into the conference room this morning, but when he turned the corner, I had to fight the urge to run. Instead, I sat up straighter, tossing a perfectly curled blond lock over my shoulder. When he didn’t even look in my direction, my stomach sank, but I was also filled with instant relief. I didn’t want to talk to him anyway.
Relaxing, I sat back, opening the binder in my lap and pretending to read a random page. I zoned out, sitting there until the words blurred. People talked around me, but nothing they said registered.
“Must be reading something really interesting,” Drake said. I hadn’t heard him walk up behind me, and I wondered where the group of girls that had been sitting there had gone.
Jumping, I dropped the binder to the floor. “I am,” I said, hoping he couldn’t hear my racing heart in my voice when I spoke. I took a deep breath, steadying myself and reaching for the book.
“Yeah? What was it about?”
Shit.
He smirked when I gaped at him. I glanced at the now wrinkled page in front of me, quickly scanning for keywords. “I…”
“Don’t bullshit me.” Drake clapped my shoulder and laughed. “You’re over here thinking about your cheeseball boyfriend, aren’t you?”
“I am not!” I clamped my eyes shut, swallowing the brief embarrassment. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
When Drake lifted his brow, his eyes showed his amusement. “He sure seemed like your boyfriend last night.”
Why did he care? “He’s just a guy I’m kind of seeing.”
It wasn’t a lie. Dallas was just a guy I’d been on a couple of dates with. He wasn’t my boyfriend, and he definitely wasn’t my fiancé. My stomach sank again thinking about the botanical gardens and the way I thought he was proposing to me. I could feel the blush warming my cheeks, and I huffed.
“Uh-huh.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Whatever you say.”
When he started to walk away, his words repeated in my mind. Your cheeseball boyfriend. I slammed the binder shut harder than originally intended, lifting my head to holler after him. “And he’s not a cheeseball!”
Drake laughed, throwing his head back and drawing attention from the rest of the room. “Like I said. Whatever you say.”
