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I answer his obvious, unasked question. “He’s not here.”
Carl grins, quite pleased with that statement. “Did you tell him to leave for good?”
I don’t plan to answer that until we’ve worked out our situation. Avoiding the question, I say, “I needed some space to think… about us.”
Carl drops his briefcase and strides toward me until we are inches apart. “And?” he asks with a huskiness in his voice that he’s never had with me before.
“After all this time of wanting you, when you kissed me, I freaked out,” I admit.
He reaches up and cups my cheek.
Craving his affection for so long, I lean into his palm. “But I need to see where this goes,” I confess just above a whisper.
“So do I.”
“But first… what about your girlfriend?” I ask.
“Dee, it’s okay. I don’t have a girlfriend.” His lips crash down on mine, and his arms snake around my waist, closing the distance between us with a tug.
My rational brain goes offline with his possessive claim of my body.
My hands run up his muscular arms and to his wide shoulders. He isn’t as big as Eros, but he’s strong. That rogue thought throws me for a loop.
Why am I thinking of and comparing him to Eros? I remind myself that Carl and Hermes are probably right. Eros is likely using me as a prize in some stupid god game.
The damned god touched me so much to get me accustomed to it that now, I’m comparing everything he has done to how Carl does it.
I shove Eros out of my mind to focus on Carl.
My love. My heart.
This is what Eros was helping me with. This is what the love god wants for me.
Carl’s hands drop to squeeze my ass.
Through his pants, I feel his growing interest.
His kisses trail down my neck, and I drop my head back, enjoying the sensation of being adored.
Or I try to…
Carl scoops me up into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist as he carries me back to his room.
He gently tosses me onto the bed, then he hungrily looks me up and down with my legs splayed before him. His hands skate up my thighs and push my skirt up.
“I like your new wardrobe. The dresses are hot.”
Sure, the dresses are nice, but Eros told me I look sexy in flannel pajamas.
Then, with a quick pull of his hand, Carl unties the belt of my wrap dress, and it falls open.
I’m thankful that I’m wearing my sexy lingerie, because the red lace is striking against my skin.
But why do I have the sudden urge to cover up?
Carl plants kisses from my knee to my panties, and although the sensation is pleasant enough, it feels weird. Perhaps it’s only because we’ve never done anything in all these years.
He looks up at me, his eyes hooded with lust. “Do you know how often I wanted to do this?”
