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“Not now,” I affirmed again before kissing him, wrapping my leg over his hip and feeling him harden against my belly.For a forty-two-year-old man, I was impressed with his turnaround time.
I rocked against him until we were both panting, holding each other tighter than we ever had.He slid inside me and pulled away from our kiss, watching my face and my every reaction to the way he owned my body.
Our gazes were locked on each other and it felt intimate, but I also felt exposed, vulnerable.Our breaths quickened as he slid in and out at a steady pace, our gazes never leaving the other, our lips only a breath apart.My heart beat at a crazy gallop, and I knew I wasn’t doing a good job of hiding my feelings from him—they were plain as day in my eyes and he was watching me like he was staring into my soul.
For the first time since we started this, he didn’t speak.He didn’t give me demands.He didn’t swear.And I didn’t either.
We rose to the peak together, our bodies joined in a seductive dance unlike anything we’d ever done before.As we came crashing down together, he finally uttered one single word—my name, said with a mix of bliss, desire, and something else that my love-fogged brain was stupid enough to think could be more than lust, maybe even a love that matched mine.
Don’t let feelings develop when it’s supposed to be “just sex”
TRAVIS
My phone mocked me with its silence.I was supposed to be working on putting together a proposal for a potential client, but all I could think about was Sadie.
Her laugh.
Her opinions.
Her body.
Goddamn, her body was heaven on earth.I could get lost in it for days and it still wouldn’t be enough.I’d never considered myself insatiable until this woman, but now I couldn’t seem to get enough.Every night we spent together only tied me to her more, making me want to know every piece of her, and, even worse, giving her every piece of me.A month ago, she would’ve never crossed my mind.Now, she was all I could think about.She had completely wrecked me in every way.
I was trying hard not to think about how soon I’d have to give her up because I was nowhere near ready.She mentioned it the other day when we were cuddling in postcoital bliss, and I thought I was going to go out of my skin at the mere mention of us ending things.
The only consolation was that she didn’t seem ready to end it either.
But maybe she’d had time to reconsider because normally she texted me back right away.It had been over an hour since I texted her asking if she was coming over tonight.
I pushed aside the new client proposal and moved to the paperwork for Cline.He’d called last week and asked for me to send over an initial bid with my numbers all laid out.We’d gone back and forth a few times with calls, discussing what was negotiable and what wasn’t.Our last phone call, he’d mentioned needing a new architect because the original had apparently had a sordid scandal and Cline needed to separate himself from him immediately.The way he spoke about the man made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
I’d always known what I was doing with Sadie was a scandal in my personal life, but I’d never fully considered the ramifications of how it might affect my business.Would Cline view her as such, or would he just see a man dating a much younger woman as was common in LA?
Why did it even matter if Sadie and I weren’t going to last much longer?
My jaw clenched and I checked my phone again, but still no text from Sadie.It was fine.Honestly it was probably for the best.We’d spent every spare moment we could together—a night apart was fine.
When another hour passed without a return text, I caved and called her.
It rang four times and I started to worry it was going to go to voicemail when she answered, her voice scratchy and hoarse.“Hello?”
“Are you okay?”I asked, concern making me sit up in my chair and lean forward against my desk.
“I’m sick,” she said before she broke into a muffled coughing fit.“I’m so sorry.I won’t be able to see you tonight.”She sounded as disappointed as I felt.
“That’s okay.I was worried when I didn’t hear from you and wanted to check in.”
“What time is it?”she asked as her voice got weaker like she was pulling away the phone to look at the time.“Oh, Travis.I’m so sorry.I fell asleep and didn’t even see your text.I…” She broke into another coughing fit.“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“You don’t need to apologize.I hope you feel better soon.”
“Thanks, me too.”
She sounded terrible, so I encouraged her to get some rest and then hung up.I spun my phone in my hands, staring absentmindedly at my desk for several minutes before I shut down my laptop, grabbed my keys, and locked the door behind me.
“One second,” I heard through the door followed by another coughing fit.
When the door finally opened, she looked as bad as she had sounded—and yet she still looked absolutely beautiful.Her nose was red and raw while her eyes were dull and watery.Misery coated every inch of her expression.She was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt that hung loosely on her body and had been cut around the neck to make it looser.The ensemble was finished with baggy sweats and fluffy socks.She may have been miserable, but she also looked cozy.
