His hand glides down, right where he knows I want it—my throat—and I arch into it, moaning into his mouth. He kisses me deeper, squeezing my neck, and I can’t take it anymore.I reach for his cock, rubbing him over his jeans.I want this.
He thrusts into my hand, but then he pulls away, leaving me gasping for air.
I’m ready to shed my clothes and lie on this bed like his own personal platter. Eat me, spank me, and please God, fuck me. To hell with the contract. I’ve spent the last several months in a state of perpetual horniness, and all the back and forth with him has only spurred me on. I’m ready to risk it all so he can fuck me into oblivion.
“May,” he groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
My fingers tangle in his hair. “Hm?”
“I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.” I smile.Same. I’m about to tell him to do it when he says, “But I think we should wait. Honor the promise we made to everyone.”
I lean back to look at him. The disappointment must be apparent on my face because he lets out a tortured laugh. “You want it, too, huh? Your pussy aching, baby?”
I nod.Throbbing.
He growls, biting my neck and pushing off the bed to stand. He paces the room for a minute, seemingly truly pained by our predicament. I can see he’s warring with himself. I think it’s good he’s suddenly trying to follow the rules. Not good for me, but I respect it. He wants to do better.
“You’re right,” I say, and he stops. His pale blue eyes find mine—they’re already clearer than the last few weeks. He still looks tired, but his face isn’t as sunken in, and the dark circles are slowly disappearing. “I signed a contract. Let’s wait. We’ve waited this long, what’s a few more weeks?”
Noooo,screams my vagina. I shush her. There’s been so much lying, but it’s all out now. I don’t want to keep any more secrets, except the surprise kind like Liv and I have in store. That’s different.
“Sounds like hell,” he deadpans.
True dat.
“It’ll be worth it.”
His head cocks, his eyes scanning my features, then he nods. Before I can say anything else, he turns and walks to my bathroom. I wait, thinking he has to use it, then I hear the faucet turn on. Stepping into the room, I find Travis on one knee, testing the water temperature as he fills the bathtub.Oh no.More alarms start blaring, telling me to scram. Get out while I still can.
“What are you doing?” I croak.
“Getting your bath ready. You should relax. You’ve been on your feet in heels all day.”
He’s running me a bath? Travis normally doesn’t have a soft bone in his body. He’s all flirty and cocky and I like that, but this…this I could love.
I’m speechless as he floats around, dropping some lavender essential oil into the water. He steps out of the room and comes back with a small table that was housing a fake plant and sets it beside the tub. “Get in,” he demands before leaving again.
I strip off my clothes and sink into the steaming hot water. My muscles relax immediately.
Travis brings the plate of donuts and my bottle of wine and carefully puts them both on the table, and then grabs a towel and folds it. “Sit up.”
I do, and he places it behind me so I can rest my neck against it. He steps back and stares at me, a pained look crossing his face. “Goddammit,” he grits.
I bite back my smile. He’s so damn cute right now, fixing this up only to realize he’s not joining me. My smile falls. Shit, he’s not joining me.
He disappears again, and I grab the wine bottle and take a drink. When he returns, he’s holding something behind his back. “Use this while you’re in there and think of me.” He drops my dildo on the edge of the tub.
I snatch a donut and take a bite. Mm, cream filled. “Yessir,” I say as sexy as I can.
“Fuck, Ellie. That’s mean.”
My tongue swipes at my lips, hoping there’s a bit of white filling there to make it more dramatic, and it works. He sucks in a sharp breath. “I really,reallywant to get in there with you. Make you drown on my cock, then let your pussy drown me.”
A whimper escapes as I bite into another donut, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“But I want to do things right from here on out. I want to dothisright.” He waves a finger between us. “You wanna do this with me, May?”
I swallow, studying his expression. He seems so serious. My heart patters, and I nod. “Yeah, I do.”
