“You’ll be my priority from now on. Not work.”
“We’re going to make this work.”
He lifts one ankle, placing it on his shoulder to deepen the angle before his strokes grow more erratic and desperate.
“I’m so close, Cain.”
He rocks his hips back and forth and rubs my clit harder until my orgasm is barreling over me. And this time, it’s different. I feel like I’m releasing it all. Everything. The tension, fear, doubt and worry about what it means to be seen by someone.
I feel him let go too, our bodies trembling together, connected in a way that’s more than physical. It’s the kind of intimacy I’ve only ever experienced with him, even when he was a stranger. And as I catch my breath, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with him.
When I finally come down, Cain kisses me again. It’s slow and unhurried, his tongue sliding against mine in a soft, lingering rhythm. We stay like that for a while, still tangled up, until he finally sighs, “I need to take care of this,” and pulls out.
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me gently on the toilet to use it while he tosses the condom. When we’re both done, he scoops me back up and lays me down, this time tucked under the blankets.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispers.
“What?”
He smiles and reaches over to his bedside table before stretching out his open palm to reveal two heart shaped, chocolate peanut butter cups.
I gasp. “No.”
He nods, his lips fighting back a smile. “It’s time for you to try peanut butter. Your cousin’s not here and I brought protection.”
I snort. “I hardly think a condom will help if I have an allergic reaction.”
He shakes his head. “I have allergy pens.”
“How did you get those?”
“A celebrity client of mine hooked me up with a few. She lives in the building too. In case we need her.”
“You’re insane.”
“I just can’t go another day knowing that you’re missing out on the smooth, buttery goodness of chocolate and peanut butter combined.”
I laugh. “Fine. I’ll do it.” I reach for one of the wrappers and undo it before inspecting the candy.
“What if it’s gross?”
He shakes his head. “It won’t be. Trust me.”
I pop it in my mouth, bite down and gasp.
“It’s like an eruption of chocolatey smooth goodness.”
He smirks. “I know.”
“And my throat isn’t closing up.”
He chuckles. ‘“I know.”
“How could you have known I wouldn’t be allergic?”
“I asked your siblings if they’ve ever seen you eat peanut butter. Gabriel said when you were younger your mom used to make a Christmas peanut butter pie that you all would eat every year.”
“Oh my god… I forgot about that pie.”
