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“Ah, you devil. Wow. I wasn’t sure you’d go there.”
“My face between her legs, you mean?” I shook my head. “I should be shot for that.”
“Don’t tell me you’re beating yourself up for something that was bound to happen?”
“You act like I couldn’t have stopped it. I have free will.”
“It was pretty much inevitable. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”
“I don’t know how to feel. On one hand, I’m a prick for taking advantage of the situation. On the other…I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”
“Well, now that you’ve gone there, why would you?”
“I have many good reasons to stop before things get even more complicated. But the truth is, I can’t expect her to be celibate for nine months any more than I could expect myself to be. Since I don’t like the idea of her being with another man while she’s here, this was the best solution.”
“Ah, so this is about finding a solution forherand not about your intense attraction to her that’s been obvious from day one…” he mocked.
“It’s all of the above, alright? But mostly about my lack of self-control.”
“Am I allowed to tell Felicity?”
“I’d prefer she not know right now—unless Abby decides to tell her. The fewer people who know, the better.”
“Alright, then.”
I pulled into the driveway. “I’ll let you go. I’m just arriving at the inn.”
“Ah… A trip to the inn in the middle of the day. Whatever couldthatbe for?”
“Lavinia is making her stew I can’t pass up.”
“Better not let thestewget cold, then.”
I chuckled. “Goodbye, cousin.”
***
Abby and I spent a G-rated afternoon hanging out with Lavinia, and now I was counting the minutes until our sweet innkeeper went to bed. Lavinia had insisted on playing cards after dinner, which was like torture, really. All I wanted to do as I looked at Abby across the table was touch her. Kiss her. Smell her. Taste her. None of which I could do with Lavinia here.
I still wasn’t sure how I was going to handle things this evening—whether I’d sneak into Abby’s room or ask her to come to mine. Or maybe I’d opt to do nothing at all. I didn’t want to be presumptuous. But based on the way she’d screamed in pleasure the other night, it seemed safe to assume she might want a repeat. Ever since the night she’d spent at my apartment,I’dbeen craving a repeat. I’d actually been craving much more, and I was unable to concentrate on anything else.
When Lavinia finally went to bed, Abby also went upstairs—without saying anything to me. I got the impression she was intentionally making me sweat. After I shut off the lights on the ground level, I followed them upstairs, still not knowing what to do. When I passed Abby’s room, I knocked lightly. There was no answer. I slowly opened the door to find she wasn’t inside. Down the hall, I could see light under the door of the main bathroom.
She must’ve been taking a bath. I decided to wait in her room, kicking my shoes off and lying back in her bed. About ten minutes later, I straightened as the door opened. Abby appeared, wrapped in a towel, her long, brown hair drenched. One look at her, and my cock began to strain against my trousers.
Her eyes widened. “What are you doing in here?”
“I thought I’d wait for you.”
She lowered her voice. “What if Lavinia sees you?”
I had to chuckle at that, although I understood. “We’re not fourteen, Abby.”
“I know. But…”
“I’d tell her I was giving you a massage.”
“You do give good massages.” Her neck turned pink.
