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He laughs, letting my leg drop. “I swear, I got a degree in pranks, not sports management.”
“It’d be more useful than my Psychology major or English minor.”
His face falls. Like he understands my defeat, he must suffer so much with his, but he tries to hide it. “I’m reading one of your books,” he threatens.
“No, you’re not. It’s got big words in it like ‘bellicose.’”
“Oh.” He rises on his knees, his cock hanging half hard while he reaches for my waist like he’s about to tickle me to death. “I’ll show you a fight, alright. Especially if you don’t tell me your pen name.”
I rise, propping myself up on my hands so I can barter. “I’ll whisper my pen name in your ear if you take a shower with me.”
Still, he knows I’m up to something, and I am. Gently whispering in his ear, I reveal my pen name because I’m about to share so much more with him.
While he jumps up, satisfied by the intel, to start the shower, I grab my bag off the desk and join him, trying not to draw his attention when I leave it on the vanity.
The dual shower heads gleaming from the ceiling softly rain warm water over us. Steam slowly fills the glass and white marble enclosure with its bench and shelf featuring Oribe signature spa products. It’s luxurious in here, but not my focus. Not when Beau starts soaping his body down, his hands roaming over his defined muscles, his eyes challenging me. He knows he’s a clit tease. A cock tease, too, I’m sure.
“I’m waiting… ” he says, and the water drops dangling from his semi-hard cock make me lick my lips.
I play, too. Lathering my breasts for him to admire, I ring my nipples for his hungry stare. “Waiting for what?”
“I’m waiting for whatever trick you have hidden in your red bag on the vanity.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you have another kinky surprise for me.”
Caressing my palms over his hard pecs, I step so close our toes touch, our noses, too. “Will you let me give you your fantasy, too, Beau?”
The look he suddenly gets in his aqua eyes is like he’s trapped between sweet surrender and hell. He wants to let me do everything with him and always, but we both know what that’ll get us.
Heartbroken.
Again.
I don’t know if Beau ever got over me. I’m sure he got over and under lots of people to try. I did the same.
Don’t get me wrong. I love sex. I fuck for fun, but that’s just it. It’s fun. It’s easy. It’s all pleasure and nothing more. It’s never more than one night or one weekend. My pussy can play, but my heart stays locked in a cage.
Only when I write, only when I put it all on the page, do I cry, do I let myself feel the longing and the ache all because of him. The vulnerability, too. I put it all in my books so it won’t ruin my life again.
Maybe it was because I was so young. Maybe it’s because Beau was my first love, my secret love. I don’t know, but it devastated me.
Loving someone you can’t have is a special hell, a unique pain. I’d watch him at night, lying with Reese but watching me back, and I’d have to turn around. I’d have to bite my lip to keep the sobs from shaking my back because I’d never let him see me cry. I shed my tears alone in the darkness until darkness fell over my heart, too.
I trust love like I trust skating on thin ice.
Because Beau Bronson is beyond hot. Under his asshole bravado, he has a warm heart, and it melts mine so fast; I will drown in him if I let go.
But still, I want to give him this. I want to leave himwith this. I want him to feel this pleasure, just one time, if he’ll let me. I mean, what’s the point in working in an exclusive, high-end adult store if I can’t play with all the toys?
“It’s not that simple, Blair. Remember?” He warns, answering my request to fulfill his fantasy. “What I want, I can’t have. Not in my world.”
“Yes, you can. Let me try,” I reply, kissing his dripping whiskers. “Just for one night, remember?”
I reach down, wrapping my hand around his rousing cock. Letting this monster go tomorrow is going to be like withdrawal for my pussy; I know it. But he’s so damn hung now, he’s worth the pain later.
Stroking him in my soapy grasp, I make him moan into our fevered kiss, his hands reaching to palm my breasts, cupping their weight while his fingers thrill my nipples with gentle pinches.
