The moan that slips from her mouth around the fork almost unravels me completely. I’ve heard that moan so many times before. If only she remembered how many times I’ve made her do it. It takes everything in me not to bend her over the table and fuck her right here in front of everyone.
Instead of acting bashful at the sound, she does it again.Such a fucking tease.
She did that shit on purpose, and one day, I’ll punish her for that.
I am trying hard as hell to be a gentleman.
I want to do it properly this time.
She’s more than just sex, I don’t want to give her the chance to think otherwise.
But then, her second intentional cocktease moan is too much at this point, pushing me to do something really bad to her, I know I’d regret later.
Instead of doing what my mind suggests, I throw money on the table and drag her out of the restaurant behind me.
The drive home is pure torture.
All I want to do is get my hands on her. That dress, if you could even call it that, hugs her body like it’s painted on her. My dick twitches just from looking at her.
And that fucking little moan she let out at dinner…. I was so hard I had to adjust myself under the table, hoping she didn’t notice.
But of course, she noticed and pushed it further.
The woman I knew always did.
Maizyn lived to push my buttons and it seems even as Emily, that hasn’t changed.
I have to get her home before I cave. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t be this close to her without unraveling everything. We get in the car and I drive her home, fast. Faster than I care to do, but I must. Before I break and take her. Before I throw all my restraint out of the window, we’re at her apartment.
I walk her to her door, kiss the back of her head, and fucking run.
I run because I don’t know what else to do.
I don’t want to mess things up this time.
No matter how bad I want her, I can’t let myself follow her inside.
Chapter 11
Emily
I haven’t talked to Atlas in a week.
He keeps texting but I ignore every single one.
I can’t even bring myself to open them.
I don’t have the mentality for rejection.
That has to be the reason he ditched me the other night. Everything was perfect. The date felt like I was in a movie, and the chemistry between us was hot enough it could’ve sparked a match.
Yet, he practically ran away from me.
No “goodnight”.
No “see you later”.
No “I had a good time”.
