With my back to her, I slid the condom off.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I found Sarah watching me with a satiated smile.
“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
I threw her an apologetic look. “Was I too rough this time?”
“No. I loved every minute of it,” she replied in a husky tone.
“So did I.”
Glancing back down at my cock, I grimaced. “I’m going to grab a shower.”
“Do you want company?” she asked suggestively.
I forced a laugh. “I don’t want to wear you out. Rest up for now.”
“Okay,” she replied with a yawn.
Hurrying into the bathroom, I turned the shower on lukewarm water to ease the situation. The last thing I wanted was to be caught jerking off in case Sarah came in. As my dick started going down, I let my head fall back against the shower stall.
Once I was soft, I got out of the shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Sarah was asleep. Standing at the bedside, I watched her peacefully dream. I would’ve given anything to have that peace. My mind was a hive of out-of-control thoughts brought on by my fucked up life choices. More than just thoughts, there was fear.
I feared how much longer I was going to be able to keep up the facade that I wasn’t the Beast, especially now that we were sleeping together.
I feared the pain I was going to cause her when she learned the truth. How once again a man in her life would’ve abused her trust and love.
Most of all, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to survive when the truth was out and my world imploded.
“Maksim?” Sarah murmured drowsily. Her eyes were still closed with sleep. I don’t know how she sensed me.
“Yeah?” I choked out.
“Come to bed.”
“Okay.”
After flicking back the covers, I quickly slid inside and spooned up behind Sarah. She gave a contented sigh when I pressed myself against her.
Although she quickly fell back asleep, I lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling as my mind spun out of control. And my chest ached with regret.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO MAKSIM
As I paced around the foyer of my penthouse, I fidgeted with my gold cufflinks. Instead of my usual tux, I was wearing a black three-piece suit. After peeking at the time on my Rolex, I sighed.
Craning my head up the stairs, I called, “Sarah, we need t-to go.”
“Coming!”
After banishing me from the bathroom, Sarah had been locked inside for the last hour. I couldn’t imagine what she was possibly still doing to her appearance. To me, she was a knockout wearing pajamas with no makeup.
And then she appeared on the landing.
“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
She was absolutely stunning. She’d chosen a form-fitting red dress. The satin material hugged each and every one of her delicious curves. Her come-fuck-me heels were red stilettos that I envisioned digging into my ass as I pounded into her.
When she reached the bottom stair, she eyed me apprehensively, and I knew her mind was spinning with self-doubt in spite of how gorgeous she was.”
