“Did I do good?” she asks as her pussy slides over my semi-hard cock.
“You were perfect. More than perfect.” I place a kiss on her lips, opening her mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle for a few seconds, and then I pull back. “Fuck. I love tasting myself on you,” I whisper against her lips.
I think she likes that too because she whimpers and pulls me even closer, and we start to make out like two horny teenagers.
I don’t want to stop, but I eventually end the kiss and place her on her feet so we don’t get carried away. “Let’s finish showering and I’ll make you something to eat.”
“But I’m not hungry. I already ate my protein,” she fires back with a playful smirk on her face.
“Is that so?” I give a swift spank to her ass cheek, and she yelps.
Her eyes are wide. “What was that for?”
“That was for being cheeky.” I plant one last hard kiss on her lips, sucking her delicious bottom lip into my mouth before I say, “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”
Because we both know she damn well did.
~ ~ ~
“My apartment is ready for me to move back into it,” Jordan says as I grab her empty plate and place it in the dishwasher. “I’m going to head back tonight.”
The sudden shift in conversation has my hackles rising. The last thing I expected her to tell me after we made chicken alfredo again, was that she was leaving, and tonight no less. In retrospect, it makes sense that she would’ve requested the same dish we ate as her first meal here as her last meal. I just thought I had through the weekend to keep her. This feels sudden and I don’t like it at all.
“You can stay the night. You don’t have to pack up and leave just yet. It’s getting late anyway,” I try to convince her.
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome but thank you for the offer.” She gets up from the island and starts to make her way towards her room.
I follow after her because I feel like that’s a shit excuse. There’s no way she believes she’s overstayed her welcome. She hasn’t even been here for two full weeks yet. It’s the first time I feel at home in this house because it doesn’t feel so lonely. And she’s responsible for that.
She pulls the few things she has out of the dresser and closet and shoves them in the duffle she brought with her.
“Why do I feel like this is goodbye?” I ask as I cross my arms and lean against the door frame. Because the way she’s hurrying around the room has my heart racing. She’s acting like she can’t get out of here quick enough.
“It’s not goodbye.” She forces a smile on her face and moves past me to the bathroom.
I watch her put her toiletries into a small bag and then reach into the shower for her shampoo and conditioner. She didn’t have much here, and part of me wishes I would have made her bring her whole apartment so it would have taken her longer to move out.
She heads back to the bedroom. “I think that’s everything,” she says as she looks around the empty space and hikes her duffle bag up her shoulder. She’s in a pair of baggy sweats and a crop top with no makeup and she’s never looked more beautiful.
I sigh and grab the duffle from her and lead her out of the room and into the garage where her car is parked. I don’t want to let her go but I have a feeling if I push, she’s just going to push back harder.
I toss her bag in the backseat and open the driver’s side door for her. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here. I had fun,” she says as she goes to sit behind the wheel.
I grab her arm and spin her back towards me before she can make her escape. “Fun? Is that all this was?” It’s not a question but I ask anyway. I grab her jaw and slam my mouthagainst hers, telling her with my kiss that this isn’t over. I swipe my tongue into her mouth, and she melts against me, telling me everything I need to know. She’s just as affected by me as I am by her, and this isn’t just some casual fling. Not if I have any say in it. I finally pull away and say, “Text me when you get home, and I’ll see you this weekend for a date.”
She bites her bottom lip like she wants to protest but she nods her head and then climbs into the car. I watch her pull out of the driveway and don’t go back inside until her taillights are out of view.
All I can think about as I get ready for bed is how I can keep Jordan. This is brand new territory for me and navigating the unknown is going to be difficult going forward. I want to tell her who I am but that’s a no-go right now. The more I think about it, it’s probably for the best that she got to go home early. Things are starting to heat up at work and I’m not exactly sure what I’m up against. It doesn’t mean we won’t see each other, but I really should stay focused on the job.
A job I wish was over and done, so I can tell Jordan the truth.
~ ~ ~
The last few days I feel like Jordan has pulled away. It’s different not taking her to work every morning and when I do show up, she seems happy but slightly distant. I’m not sure what the sudden shift in her demeanor is, but I don’t like it. It’s like the walls that she let down at my place suddenly went back up the moment she decided to go back home, and now we’re back to square one.
It’s Friday and I’m about to clock off from work when Emmett steps out of his office.
“Come in here,” he demands. No please in sight.
