But everything’s as I left it. Cora’s still in bed, looking startled by my entrance. “What’s wrong? Why did you hit your panic button?”
“Sorry.” She bites her lip, looking sheepish. “Can you stay here?”
“What?” I blink, confusion replacing adrenaline.
“Can you stay with me?” she asks. “Watch a movie or something?”
Fuck. This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.“I’m not supposed to be in your bedroom, remember? Rule number one?”
“Please,” she pleads, her eyes wide and imploring. “The rule doesn’t apply if I ask, right?”
I can’t resist those eyes. I’d move mountains for her if she’ll ask. “Okay.”
She pats the spot beside her, and I approach like a man walking to his execution. I sit on the bed, trying to maintain some semblance of professional distance.
“What movie do you want to watch?” she asks, scrolling through options on the screen.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, keeping my gaze fixed straight ahead. If I look at her, I might lose what little control I have left. “Whatever you want.”
She chooses and places the bowl of chips between us, a flimsy barrier that does nothing to ease the electric tension in the air.
As the opening credits roll, I already regret my nonchalant attitude about her choice.
I reach for the chips, my fingers brushing against hers. The brief contact sends a jolt through me, her skin soft and warm against mine. I savor the unintended touch, my body reacting as if I’ve never felt a woman’s hand before. Christ, I’m losing it.
I withdraw my hand, abandoning the chips altogether. My heart races, and I force myself to focus on the screen.
A few minutes in, and I’m in hell. The male lead is forcing a flight attendant to go down on him. I shift in place because all I can picture is Cora’s lips wrapped around my cock. I’m hard in seconds, grateful for the blanket covering my lap.
“Well,” I say, trying to lighten the mood, “I guess that’s one way to thank someone for their service.”
Cora doesn’t say a word, but she’s stopped eating the chips too, staring straight ahead. The movie devolves into the couple fucking in every place and position.
She pauses the movie, her breathing heavy. “I don’t think this was an appropriate choice right now.”
“Understatement of the year,” I agree, trying to adjust myself without drawing her attention.
“They’re doing it everywhere, all the time,” she says, her voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief. “Who does that?”
“A young, horny couple with unlimited stamina?”
She laughs, and the sound does dangerous things to my insides. “Yeah? You think that’s realistic?”
I shrug, trying to keep my tone casual. “Maybe not to that extreme. But lots of sex with someone you’re into? Sure. Though maybe with less...” I tilt my head, trying to make sense of the frozen image on screen, “...acrobatic positions.”
She lets out a small huff, and when I glance at her, her cheeks are flushed.
“Is that what you like?” she asks, her voice low.
The world grinds to a halt. I turn to her, taking in her parted lips, her chest rising and falling. She looks aroused, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to pull her into my arms, kiss her until she’s breathless, and then make her come on my fingers. Again and again. A wave of heat courses through my body.
Fuck. I’m so far past trouble I can’t even see it in the rearview mirror. I never crossed the line with a client before, not even close. But with her? That’s all I can think of.
“What I like or don’t like isn’t relevant,” I say, standing up and turning my back to her. I need to put some distance between us before I do something we’ll both regret.
“What if I told you it is relevant?” she asks, her words soft but deliberate, slicing through my resolve. “You feel it too, don’t you? I’m not imagining this, am I?”
I close my eyes, my pulse thundering in my ears. Every muscle in my body tightens, coiled with a tension I can’t shake. “No,” I admit, the word strained. “You’re not.” I drag in ashuddering breath. “But this... It can’t happen. Not now. Not ever.”
