“I still trust you.”
I lean back, let go of her waist. “I don’t think I’ll last very long like this.”
Her response is to sink, slowly, down.
Maybe I blocked out how good the last and only time I had sex without a condom felt. Maybe the adrenaline in that moment numbed the sensation of feeling her hot and wet and surrounding me because it’s like that one time never happened. I have to fist my hands in the couch cushions again, close my eyes against her breasts teasing me, clench my teeth against her sweet, sucking heat. She fucks me slowly, her hands on my shoulders, down my chest, her lips everywhere.
“Don’t come, Wesley,” she whispers.
I shake my head. If I talk I’ll come.
I don’t know how long it’s been, minutes, seconds, but already that familiar heat rises up in me.
“Don’t.”
I shake my head.
Her finger traces the outline of my mouth. She kisses me, between her fingers. Her tongue slipping into my mouth the way my cock slips into her.
“Wesley,” she whispers. A smile in her voice.
I shake my head.
“Wesley. Come.”
Something comes free inside of me. My hands unconsciously move to her hips, holding her in place as I take over, rutting up into her, and grunt her name as I orgasm.
She falls forward on my heaving chest and I brush her hair back, down her spine. I pull my suit jacket from the arm of her chair, draping it over her shoulders. Her body grows heavy on top of me as she falls asleep naked, in a now-dark living room with CNN muttering quietly behind her. She can’t be my girlfriend but, for now, this is better.
Chapter 36: Corrine
Wesley calls it our first fight. I call it conflict resolution. But either way things feel different after. Work is incredibly busy, the Grimes account taking up a lot of both our time. Wesley makes more time for his sister as well, so we don’t get to see each other as much. But that makes coming together that much sweeter. The next Friday afternoon, I stop beside Wesley’s desk. “Did you...”
I look down at him from the corner of my eyes. “Book a dinner meeting for me tonight?” We haven’t signed any new clients recently. But there, clear as day on my calendar is an appointment with a client I’ve never heard of. It’s finally happened. My sex life has distracted me from work.
Wesley is a horrible actor. His typing is too pronounced, like he’s a Muppet trying to write an email. “Yup.”
I sidle closer, perching on the edge of his desk, also trying to seem casual. As if this is something I would ever do. He stops his ridiculous typing, leaning back in his chair to smile up at me. He’s smug and adorable. I lean closer and a thrill thrums up my spine at the idea of flirting, in our own way, in the middle of the office.
“And who’s the client?” I stare at his lips as he bites back a smile.
“Double Chambers Inc.,” he says.
The office is quiet. Three in the afternoon on a Friday has made everyone lazy or sleepy. So, I lean in closer to him as he whispers, “Do you want to know a secret?”
I nod, fighting the sudden urge to pull his bottom lip between my teeth.
“It’s me,” he says in a gleeful whisper, his eyes wide, his smile wider.
The tension thrumming through me snaps. I sit back. “You?”
“Yeah.” He turns back to his computer screen and I watch as his face shutters, trying, I think, to hide the disappointment that my reaction elicits. “I know you said you can’t be...” He pauses for a long breath. “You know.”
His girlfriend.
“But I want to take you out. On a date.”
“Wesley, this is exactly why, though. Someone might see us.”
