before I’m even
inside that tight pussy.
Gripping my cock with one hand
and her hip with the other, I lower her onto me, eliciting a smile from her
half-open mouth.
She sighs, as if impaling herself
with my cock brings her some kind of relief, and with her hands on my
shoulders, she rides me.
Wild.
Uninhibited.
Carefree.
She’s not the girl she pretends
to be.
That much I know for sure.
There’s so much more to her than
people realize.
There’s so much more to her than she realizes…
We fuck for hours, like it’s fucking meditation or some shit. It never ends. It’s
tantric. Hungry. Carnal.
Just before the sun comes up, we
crash, naked and spent, and neither of us says a word.
We’re completely in the moment.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t
glad it happened.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t
want it to happen again.
But it can’t.
And it won’t.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN – JORDANA
“Have a good weekend?” Thad
hovers by the coffee pot in the break room Monday morning, stirring a packet of
sugar into a steaming mug. I didn’t see him drink a single cup last week but
now that I’m standing here, he clearly needs an excuse to linger.
“I did.” Heat rises to my cheeks,
as if the things I did all weekend with Titan are broadcasting across my
forehead for all the world to see.
“What’d you do?”
“Um, well.” I sip my drink. I’ve
never been good at coming up with lies on the spot. “I mostly spent it with
family.”
There.
That’s the safest answer.
Titan’s not exactly family, and
I’m not exactly about to detail the earth-shattering sex I had over and over
with a convicted felon.
“Ah,” he says, following me down
the hall. “You see that new Bond movie?”
“Nope.”
“Want to go this week?”
“I’m not really into those
movies.” I offer an apologetic smile and stop when we get to the far hall.
Gabriela’s office is in the opposite direction of Kent’s. “I should get going. Kent’s probably wondering where I am.”
Yeah. Right. I get here before he
does most days, but Thad doesn’t have to know that.
“We don’t have to see a movie.”
Thad’s relentless.
I’m flattered.
“It’s probably against protocol
for us to date,” I say, glancing around.
It’s definitely against protocol
for me to screw someone ‘on paper.’
“Who said anything about dating.
We could hang out. See what happens. No pressure.” Thad flashes a smile fit for
an Abercrombie model. Dimples. Blindingly white. Perfect.
“I know what hanging out leads
to…”
“One of these days you’re going
to stop resisting me,” Thad says with a wink.
“Is that supposed to be charming
because you added a wink to the end of a creepy statement?” I tease. “You know
if one of my sex offender clients said something like that, he’d probably be
sent back to prison?”
“Good thing I’m not a sex offender.”
He winks again.
“Okay, that was extremely
creepy.” I bat him away before stepping back. “I’m going to pretend this entire
conversation didn’t happen, because I don’t know if I can look at you the same
after this.”
“Good,” he says, walking backward.
His coffee mug rests in his hand, full and untouched. “It never happened, which
means I never asked you out and you never said no.”
I lift a brow, cocking my head
and laughing and messing with my hair. I’m unsure if I should be nervous or
flattered, but I’m definitely both.
He’s going to ask me out again. I
think that’s what he means.
But I’m going to say no.
And I’m going to keep saying no.
I don’t want Thad.
I don’t want safe or boring.
I want excitement.
***
I get off work late Monday night.
Kent sloughed off on paperwork all day and dumped it on me around four when I
made the mistake of asking if he needed help with anything.
Rookie mistake.
Never say you’re bored at work.
Ever.
I pass by a burger joint on my
way home from work and pull into the drive. It’s
inside that tight pussy.
Gripping my cock with one hand
and her hip with the other, I lower her onto me, eliciting a smile from her
half-open mouth.
She sighs, as if impaling herself
with my cock brings her some kind of relief, and with her hands on my
shoulders, she rides me.
Wild.
Uninhibited.
Carefree.
She’s not the girl she pretends
to be.
That much I know for sure.
There’s so much more to her than
people realize.
There’s so much more to her than she realizes…
We fuck for hours, like it’s fucking meditation or some shit. It never ends. It’s
tantric. Hungry. Carnal.
Just before the sun comes up, we
crash, naked and spent, and neither of us says a word.
We’re completely in the moment.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t
glad it happened.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t
want it to happen again.
But it can’t.
And it won’t.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN – JORDANA
“Have a good weekend?” Thad
hovers by the coffee pot in the break room Monday morning, stirring a packet of
sugar into a steaming mug. I didn’t see him drink a single cup last week but
now that I’m standing here, he clearly needs an excuse to linger.
“I did.” Heat rises to my cheeks,
as if the things I did all weekend with Titan are broadcasting across my
forehead for all the world to see.
“What’d you do?”
“Um, well.” I sip my drink. I’ve
never been good at coming up with lies on the spot. “I mostly spent it with
family.”
There.
That’s the safest answer.
Titan’s not exactly family, and
I’m not exactly about to detail the earth-shattering sex I had over and over
with a convicted felon.
“Ah,” he says, following me down
the hall. “You see that new Bond movie?”
“Nope.”
“Want to go this week?”
“I’m not really into those
movies.” I offer an apologetic smile and stop when we get to the far hall.
Gabriela’s office is in the opposite direction of Kent’s. “I should get going. Kent’s probably wondering where I am.”
Yeah. Right. I get here before he
does most days, but Thad doesn’t have to know that.
“We don’t have to see a movie.”
Thad’s relentless.
I’m flattered.
“It’s probably against protocol
for us to date,” I say, glancing around.
It’s definitely against protocol
for me to screw someone ‘on paper.’
“Who said anything about dating.
We could hang out. See what happens. No pressure.” Thad flashes a smile fit for
an Abercrombie model. Dimples. Blindingly white. Perfect.
“I know what hanging out leads
to…”
“One of these days you’re going
to stop resisting me,” Thad says with a wink.
“Is that supposed to be charming
because you added a wink to the end of a creepy statement?” I tease. “You know
if one of my sex offender clients said something like that, he’d probably be
sent back to prison?”
“Good thing I’m not a sex offender.”
He winks again.
“Okay, that was extremely
creepy.” I bat him away before stepping back. “I’m going to pretend this entire
conversation didn’t happen, because I don’t know if I can look at you the same
after this.”
“Good,” he says, walking backward.
His coffee mug rests in his hand, full and untouched. “It never happened, which
means I never asked you out and you never said no.”
I lift a brow, cocking my head
and laughing and messing with my hair. I’m unsure if I should be nervous or
flattered, but I’m definitely both.
He’s going to ask me out again. I
think that’s what he means.
But I’m going to say no.
And I’m going to keep saying no.
I don’t want Thad.
I don’t want safe or boring.
I want excitement.
***
I get off work late Monday night.
Kent sloughed off on paperwork all day and dumped it on me around four when I
made the mistake of asking if he needed help with anything.
Rookie mistake.
Never say you’re bored at work.
Ever.
I pass by a burger joint on my
way home from work and pull into the drive. It’s
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