We exchange small kisses as we catch our breath, surrounded by the smell of sweat and sex.
I’m terrified of what happens next, but the regret I thought would hit must have escaped through the cracks in my heart because I can’t find it.
As I lie on the couch, boneless and sated while Julius grabs a cloth to clean me up, one thought intrudes.
He did it. He made me feel like myself again.
9
JULIUS
“Hey,I have a desperate single mom who needs birthday cupcakes for her son to take to school tomorrow.”
Constantine looks up from the cake he’s decorating with buttercream flowers.
“Sure thing, boss. Might have to stay here late.” His lips curl up in a teasing smile. “You know, after hours. All on my own. Unsupervised.”
I close the kitchen door and go around the island to stand behind him. A tiny moan leaves his lips when I press my growing erection against his ass.
“I’m not sure you can be trusted on your own,” I breathe onto his neck, and he shivers. “My kitchen does have a history of setting itself on fire.”
“I guess you better stay with me then. To supervise.”
I press a kiss to the back of his neck. “I guess I will.”
Yeah, pretending what happened in my living room was merely between Julius and Constantine and wouldn’t affect our work together lasted all of twelve hours.
After seeing his face as he came, the bliss in his eyes, the way he gave himself to me? I’m only fucking human, and Constantineis the first man in a long time who’s made me feel like I could lose myself to someone else.
Hella’s always said to throw caution to the wind once in a while and let life happen before I wake up one morning and find myself old and alone.
“You should tell your customer we can work on the order before she thinks you’re ignoring her. She can pick it up tomorrow when we open,” he says with a chuckle, and that’s when I realize I haven’t moved.
“You smell nice.” Like cake batter and citrus.
“So do you, but I can work with a boner. Your anaconda is harder to hide under that thin apron.”
“Constantine…” I sigh. I’m so hopelessly in lust with him.
It’s been five days since our living room sex, and apart from stolen kisses and a blowjob where he sucked my brains out through my dick a couple of days ago, we haven’t done anything.
Bittersweet is busier than ever, and Constantine’s focus is on work and Leo. I don’t blame him for that. It’s what I really like about him.
I just wish…for things I have no business wishing for. Constantine hasn’t expressed any desire to discuss what’s happening between us, so I won’t be the clingy one demanding answers.
I can do casual. Isn’t that what I’ve been doing for years?
Then why does casual feel like a bitter word when it comes to Constantine?
I’m confirming the order with the customer when Fletcher comes in.
“Hey, Julius.”
“Hey. Give me a second, and I’ll be with you.”
“No problem. Okay if I check in with Connie?”
“Sure.”
