I spat in my palm and wrapped my fingers around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts. Every molecule inside me was focused on the raging lust. I was so close it hurt. My balls ached, pressing closer and closer to me until I thought they were going to literally explode.
“Your dick is amazing,” I groaned over my shoulder at him. “So fucking good. I want you to come for me.”
He shuddered and moaned, laying his forehead against my back again. “Gonna come.”
“Do it for me, sweetheart.”
He shuddered and whined, and I knew he was finishing in the condom. I wasn’t far behind him. A few strokes later and cum splattered across the mirror, my blissed-out expression something I hadn’t seen before.
Everything was perfect.
And he was right—we were beautiful together. He wanted me to have some revelation about my scars, and maybe I did. They were part of me, and he wanted me anyway. Wanted me so bad he could barely hold himself together. In this moment, I was closer to learning to live with the scars than I’d been an hour ago. And for me? That was something.
New.
Different.
I had a long way to go, but it was a start.
“So fucking perfect.” He kissed my sweaty back. “You’re amazing.” He reached over my shoulder to grab my chin and turn my head so he could kiss me hard on the mouth. “Tell me.”
I trembled through the aftereffects of my release and smiled. “I’m beautiful.”
“Yeah, you are.” He glanced at our reflections before kissing my shoulder. “And we’re flawless together.”
I hummed in agreement. My knees shook. He was still inside me and the oversensitivity grew. “As hot as this is, can we move? I’m going to end up with glass in my face if we don’t.”
He laughed as he pulled out of me.
I hissed.
“Come here.”
“Always.” I let him help me stand because that’s what he was good at, apparently—lifting me up when others were busy cutting me down.
10
EDDIE
“This is great! It’s the best work you’ve ever done.” Gerald beamed at me. Someone had sprinkled red and green glitter on the bald spot on top of his head, and I thought maybe he didn’t know. A few flecks sparkled in his graying red hair. I tried to avoid looking at it so I wouldn’t laugh. Christmas trees danced down his tie, which also happened to be tucked into his suit pants and peeking out of the top of his zipped fly. These tiny details didn’t take away from the enormity of getting a compliment from my boss.
Tyler must be my good luck charm.
“Thank you.” I grinned at him and couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it.
He tapped me with the red folder my piece of our project was tucked inside. “You look exhausted. Were you up all night fine-tuning this?” A concerned gleam entered his eyes, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from snickering.
“Not all night, but you know, a good bit. It wasn’t a problem. I love the work I was doing.” I breathed deeply and held eye contact.Don’t laugh. Donotlaugh.
Gerald patted my shoulder, exuding the vibe of a proud papa. “We’ve all been struggling since Zayn left. It’s time I bite the bullet and hire someone new.” He sniffled, and I thought he might actually be on the edge of tears. He’d really loved Zayn, but then again, who didn’t?
The idea of another set of hands around the office lifted a load off my shoulders I hadn’t realized had been making the muscles tense all along my spine. “That sounds great, sir.”
“Call me Gerald.” He tapped my shoulder with the folder before sauntering out of my office while flipping through the work I’d just finished.
I spun my desk chair around and practically kicked up my heels with glee. Things were finally solidifying here at work. Gerald popped his head back inside my office, and I abruptly used the edge of my desk to stop myself as embarrassment heated my face.
“Oh, and Eddison? Why don’t you take the rest of today off? You’ve earned it.”
