I come so hard I hear bells or alarms.His fingers slow, his kisses move from my breast to my lips.
And those bells are still ringing—only, as I come down from the high of my hard, fast orgasm I realize that part is actually real.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
The alarm on my phone sounds like a fire siren.
“Oh no,” I gasp, jerking up.
Theo freezes.
And I mean freezes.Like someone hit his off switch.
He’s staring at me, eyes dark, chest heaving, jaw tight.
The second round of beeps sound, and he sits up.
Fast.
Like he’s yanking himself back to reality.
“Field trip,” I mumble, my whole face burning.“The alarm.I set it to remind me when to leave.”
He nods once, then drags a hand down his face and stands.
No curse.No complaint.No lingering touches.
Just this coiled, quiet retreat.
I sit there, dazed, and breathless, blouse rumpled, cardigan half-off, heart trying to sprint out of my chest.
What the hell just happened?
I look up.
He’s at the door now, back turned, fists clenched at his sides.
“What—what was that?”
I can’t help but ask.
Embarrassment at my quick surrender threatens to consume me.
But I wait before I panic.I just need him to respond.
He doesn’t answer at first.
Then, after a long pause, he says quietly, “Get your things, Angel.We’re gonna be late.”
And just like that—the moment’s gone.
And I’m left with a hollow feeling as I slide back into being just his client once more.
Chapter8
Ego
My cock is so hard right now I could hammer fucking nails with it.
