What the hell was I thinking?
Time to return to the real world.
With a grimace, I shove my phone back in my pocket and drag myself away. “I— I need to go.”
She blinks. “Oh. Okay… sure.”
Ah, I feel like an asshole.
“It’s work,” I say.
She nods. “Of course. I should… I should go too.” She inhales deeply, looking around, as if coming out of a trance, as I did a moment ago.
I gaze at her, the urge to ask for her name tugging at me.
It’s better if you don’t know. The sooner I can get away from her and forget about this, the better.
She stares back at me, awkwardness ballooning between us. Did I really just come in this woman’s mouth? How on earth did that even happen?
“Well…” She twists her lips to one side in thought, then sticks her hand out. “It was nice to meet you, Aidan.” The same thing she said to me at the bar.
Despite myself, I ignore her hand to lean in and press a kiss to her soft cheek. She sighs, fingertips landing on my chest, eyes fluttering closed for a second. I hesitate, inhaling her orange blossom scent, knowing that if I walk out of here, I will never see her again. That’s it.
That’s how it has to be.
I swallow. “Take care, Cupcake.”
She huffs a laugh, glancing down. Her cheeks are still flushed, and I let myself mentally record the image. I don’t want to forget today, even if I should.
I don’t want to forgether.
And that’s the thought that pushes me out the door, onto the street, striding purposefully toward the office.
4
IRIS
By the time I arrive at my apartment, the box of smashed cupcakes in my arms, I’m convinced it was all a dream. I didn’treallygo down on that sexy older man in the restroom, did I? That can’t be real.
My body buzzes as I step inside, closing the door behind me and setting the cupcakes down on what little counter space I have. Then I stand in the small space, my heart still racing.
I know I didn’t imagine it, because I’m so damn wet, I canfeelit.
I rode the subway home to Queens in a daze, my legs pressed together, restless. Aidan might be the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, let alone given head to, and the way he spoke to me, the way he pulled my hair and used my mouth… Fuck. That drove me crazy.That’sthe intensity I need in a man. Someone who isn’t afraid to get a little rough, so I can feel it all.
And boy, did it feel good.
Good calling himSir, pleasing him, letting myself forget all the awful shit that happened today and focus on the simple task of making him come. I asked him for a distraction, and itworked, because I will no longer think of today as the day I was kicked out of college.
From now on, today will live in my memory as the day I blew the sexy fox from the bar.
Part of me wished I could have gotten his number, but he’s probably a little old for me, and no good relationship starts with a blowjob in a public restroom. I’m not that naive.
Besides, I have enough going on in my life right now.
I sigh, unzipping my boots and kicking them off. I thrifted them from a store in the East Village a few years back, and they’re my favorites, even though the soles are a little worn. As I set them on the tiny shoe rack by the door, there’s a knock, followed by a familiar voice.
“Iris? You home?”
