“Sorry about that. I mentioned I was out of practice. You did come though. Twice.”
“Yeah, that part was good,” she said, then let out a deep sigh as I pressed the cold cloth between her legs.
“It wasn’t as bad as your first time?” I asked her.
“Different,” she said, with her eyes still closed, her body flush. “More. Way way way more.”
“Hmm. So you didn’t like it. Not even a little bit?” I ran my hand lightly over her body. Reveling in how soft her skin was. I cupped her breast, loving the weight of it in my hand. Her nipples were still tight, hard little buds.
“Now that I think about it, maybe a little,” she said, as I pressed a kiss on her stomach, just over her belly button.
“Sex is something you get used to. Eventually, it doesn’t hurt at all. You’ll see next time,” I promised.
Next time. Except, it wouldn’t be me next time. Next time would be the next guy and it made me enraged just thinking about it.
“You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?”
I looked up from her body and met her eyes, which were now watching me.
“You think so?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I think you can’t stay. Too much softness. It’s okay, though. I don’t need to cuddle or anything. That’s what Rocco’s for.”
I pulled the now tepid washcloth from between her legs. Walking back to the bathroom door, I chucked it into the sink.
She was right. I should leave. Now was the time to get dressed, drive home and put this night behind me. Hell, put the last seven months behind me.
I wasn’t going to fire her tomorrow. I wanted her to at least start her classes so she would have that on her resume first. Then I would find her a suitable replacement job.
Once all that was in place, I would let her go.
Which meant there was no urgency for now.
“You’re kicking me out? Just like that? I feel so used.”
“E.G.,” she smiled.
“What? Some men like cuddling,” I told her.
“And you’re one of those men?”
“Absolutely not. However, I don’t feel like driving home right now. I’m going to rest for a bit.”
She seemed to think about it. “You mean lying next to me in the bed?”
“Yeah. Just for a quick nap. Then I’ll go.”
I was already starting to pull the covers and sheets down. She got up and moved around to get under them. I turned off the light in her bedroom, then slipped in next to her, laying on my back again, one arm tucked behind my head, so I wouldn’t reach out to pull her closer.
I stared at the ceiling and wondered how long it might take for her to fall asleep.
And then, because I was an awful, lustful man, I wondered if I would get hard again before she did and maybe convince her to try again.
“You called me Allison.”
“What?” I jerked my head toward her.
She was also staring up at the ceiling. “When you were…you know… coming. I guess. You said you were sorry and called me Allison.”
