My dick is half-mast, quickly on its way to full, and my pulse is firing so rapidly that I can hear it in my ears.
Lucky for us both, before I can do something stupid, Remy smacks Elodie on the chest. Elodie blinks, breaking the trance and promptingme to release her chin. “Sorry, baby bear. We weren’t paying attention to you, were we?”
Clearing my throat, I take a step back. “I’ll be in the shower.”
“Okay.” That’s the last thing she says to me before I walk away, strip my clothes off, and fist my cock under the water as soon as it’s warm enough. Like clockwork, I think about Elodie ass up in my hallway, but instead of just standing there, I drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy from behind, teasing her puckered hole as well.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.
I’m so fucking horny just from barely touching her and only seeing part of her naked, but it’s those eyes—stark, gray eyes—that I can’t look away from, especially when there’s a hint of a challenge in them.
She’s right. I have lied to her. I’ve both omitted and covered up the truth of what I’m feeling. And if I’m not careful, the truth may come back to haunt us both.
Chapter 11
Henley
Drunken Confessions & Big Mistakes
Fresh from the shower and a body-numbing orgasm, I put on a clean pair of jeans, a simple gray T-shirt, and a flannel before styling my hair and slipping on my boots. My work attire isn’t much different from my normal attire, but when you live in a mountain town, that’s pretty par for the course.
Part of me is nervous to look Elodie in the eye after jacking off to the thought of her. Although, I’ve been doing that for the past two weeks, so I’m not sure what makes tonight any different. Maybe it’s because she knows that I’m about to go out and potentially chase the adrenaline I’ve been missing over the past month.
But the sight and sound that hits me when I walk back down the hallway leaves me stunned and completely aware that what I’m feeling for her isn’t just physical.
Elodie is sitting on the couch, Remy is propped up in the feeding pillow, watching her, and my nanny is playing the guitar while singing softly to my daughter.
I have to rub the center of my chest to help ease the ache this image is causing. But before I let this yearning overtake me, I take my phone from my pocket and snap a picture of the two of them—because I have a feeling this is one I won’t want to ever forget, even if it’s making me want to run in the opposite direction.
“You’ve resorted to playing music for a four-month-old?” I ask as I step further into the living room, causing Elodie to spin around and meet my gaze.
She shrugs. “I do this every day but didn’t get a chance to earlier.”
Her comment makes me freeze. “You—you play for my baby girl every day?”
“Yeah. She loves it.” Her brow furrows. “Is that a problem?”
Yes. Yes, it’s a big fucking problem. It’s the kind of problem that makes me want to run the fuck out of my house right now.
So that’s what I do.
Spinning around, I reach for my keys and wallet. “I’ve got to go.”
“Henley?”
“I said I’ve got to go, Elodie,” I spit out, glaring at her over my shoulder before opening and slamming the front door behind me, stomping out to my truck and peeling out of the driveway.
I call Warren as I race away from my house. “You’re not canceling on me, are you?” he asks when he answers.
“No, but I’ll just meet you there.”
“Okay then.”
“See you in a few.” I end the call before he can say anything else, gripping my steering wheel tightly as I head for the highway to get out of town.
And as I drive to Asheville, I keep fixating on how necessary it is that I get laid tonight. I need someone to suck this yearning from my body. I need to know that there’s a cure for what I’m feeling—because no good can come from wanting Elodie, and I refuse to admit that she’s breaking my carefully curated rules.
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