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“No kissing,” she says quickly.
“No kissing,” I agree softly.
There’s not really anything else to say. I feel a bit ill, like I ate too fast.
When she sighs and shrugs, I nod. We stand up and I hold the door open for her when we get there.
She pulls her jacket tight around herself.
“I walked,” she says, pointing down the street.
It’s dark out. I frown. “Let me drive you home.”
“I don’t know…”
“It’s dark and you’re a young woman, and even if we weren’t… this, you’re still Lewis’ sister and my employee.”
Laura cocks an eyebrow. “What an argument.”
“Come on. Damon’s driven you a hundred times.” I point, and, sure, enough, Damon is already opening the door for her.
She sighs and nods. She smiles at Damon, who smiles back.
He gives me alook, and I promptly ignore it. I go to the other side of the car and get inside.
Damon drives carefully and quickly. Laura looks out the window, drumming her fingers on her kneecap. She doesn’t say anything.
When we pull up to her apartment, I get out of the car before Damon can. I let her out, and she gives me a wry look.
“Let me make sure you’re okay,” I say it like a sentence, but I think she can hear that I’m begging. And I am.
I don’t know what it is about this situation that makes me feel washed in guilt, but I am. I feel guilty—I feel terrible—and I feel like there must besomethingI can do to make it up to her.
I just don’t know what that thing is.
She unlocks the front door, and I shove my hands in my pockets because I almost reached out to her.
I wanted her before, but now, with the knowledge that I can’t have her, it’s almost an impossible tease.
Laura’s not to blame, of course, but looking at her hurts like she is.
“Thanks,” she mumbles.
Then her hands fist in my shirt and she tugs me closer.
I let out a huff of hair, and she stops just before our lips touch.
“No kissing,” she reminds me, and then she pulls me into her apartment.
I go willingly, desperately, achingly.
We don’t kiss, but when she presses her body hard and purposefully, my lips tingle like we are.
Laura buries her face in my neck. She makes soft, mewling sounds that are wet against my sensitive skin. Her fingers scrape and grapple for a grip on my shoulders as she writhes and twists and snaps her hips.
I’m hard enough that I could die. I truly, really think I could die right here with Laura wet and warm and wanton.
Her pussy is slick when I press two of my fingers against her. The curls between her lips are soft and wet, and I am so, so slow when I pry her open a little, just to gain access to that hot-to-the-touch nub at the top of her.
