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“Do you mean…”
“I’ve never gone home with a guy before,” she says. “And no guy has ever come home with me. Ever. So…yeah. You get what I’m saying.”
And suddenly, I understand everything. Ivy is a virgin.
I sit up with a sigh. I have to face reality—there’s no way I can finish what I started.
“Did I say the wrong thing?” She sits up and stares, her eyes filled with hesitation.
My heart sinks. I can tell she’s disappointed, and I internally chastise myself, but she deserves more than a fling.
“No, angel. You didn’t say or do anything wrong.” I scoop her into my arms and kiss her forehead. “You are perfect.”
“So why are you stopping? What about you? I thought—”
I cup her face tenderly and place a gentle kiss on her lips.“I’m not stopping anything, gorgeous.”
She smiles a little sadly as though she doesn’t believe me. “Okay.”
“I promised orgasms,” I say as I pull back the covers. She climbs into bed, and I tuck her in. “And your pleasure is enough for me.”
She flips onto her side, and I snuggle in behind her. Wisps of silky hair spill over my arm, teasing me.
I don’t remember the last time I held a woman, but I know I’ve never been this turned on. I reach down to my boxers and squeeze my cock, partly because it feels good but mostly, to get it down.
Fuck.
I never want to hurt her. I want her for myself, to keep her forever. I need to lick her, nuzzle her skin, cover her with kisses, and taste every inch of her.
I want to make her mine, but how can I mark her and leave her in the morning? I signed an airtight agreement stating that I have no dependents or would never have gotten the job. I don’t have a choice.
My hands are tied.
Ivy
Easton holds me close all night long. He caresses my skin lovingly, whispers endearments, and treats me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I feel his hard length pressing into my ass, but he pulls back each time I try to get closer.
What is his problem? Is he hung up on the whole first-time thing? I gave him permission, but how many ways do I need to say it?
Eventually, I fall asleep, hoping he'll change his mind when we wake.
But in the morning, his attitude changes. He goes from complimentary and loving to giving me the cold shoulder, even going out of his way to avoid interacting.
Our conversation is brief, so I keep my head down and my hands busy, trying to brush off my disappointment when we arrive at the airport and say our goodbyes.
Last night, we talked about our jobs and what brought us to this place. I told him about my job, and he said he was visiting for his brother's wedding. Easton is starting a new job in a town nearby, but he changed the subject when I started asking questions.
I should let the conversation go, but I can't help wanting to know more about him. I could feel the heat rising in my face as he looked away, and I knew there was something he wasn't telling me.
Maybe he's not interested in anything serious. I wasn't either, but we have something special, and I can't shake the feeling that something more could come from this.
"Good luck with your new job," he says.
"Thanks. Same to you, and I hope your brother's wedding is fun," I answer.
We stare at each other awkwardly, but he doesn't even offer to swap numbers.
How did I misjudge our connection? Clearly, there is no connection.
