Mariah cackles beside me, the sound light and easy as her headtips to rest against my shoulder. “You probably should have played it a little cooler with the caramel cake, because now I know exactly how to get whatever I want out of you.”
I really fucking wish she’d get everything she wanted out of me. Because I’m dying to give it to her. Twice. In a row. No recovery time required.
“I have news for you.” I open her door, unashamed by what I am about to confess. “It doesn’t take a caramel cake to get what you want out of me.” Once she’s in the seat, I lean in, lowering my voice. “I will give you anything you want.” I hold her eyes, hoping she hears what I’m saying. “All you have to do is ask.”
Her cheeks pink up a little bit, eyes dipping to my mouth before coming back to meet mine. “Okay.”
I linger for a second, hoping against hope she might sweetly ask me to take her back inside, kick Trevor out of his office, and fuck her across his desk.
Is it the ideal way to have her for the first time?
Kinda. It would drive him absolutely fucking nuts, and definitely have the staff even more interested in him than they already are. Plus, once Mariah initiates that step, I can take all the ones after it myself without feeling bad about it.
And once that happens, I intend to take off running.
When she doesn’t request that I service her immediately, I kiss her on the forehead, buckle her in, and drive her home.
Once we’re there, I make her tea, situate her on the couch, and go upstairs so I can jerk off.
Again.
29
Mariah
Iwake up to the tight band of Titus’s arm around my waist.
And the hard press of his dick against my ass.
My body’s reaction is swift and strong, leaving my thighs clenched and my nipples pulling tight against the soft cotton of my pajama top. I should not be this horny so early in the morning. It’s not a great way to start the day—especially since I know I won’t be getting what I really want.
“Good morning.” The deep rumble of Titus’s voice in my ear only makes the throb pulsing through me worse, and I nearly whimper in frustration.
Whimper. Freaking ridiculous.
I’ve never wanted a man the way I want him, and it’s starting to wear on me. I’d like to blame it on pregnancy hormones. That would definitely be safer. But I know the real reason I’m so desperate for him is because I like him so freaking much.
Probably more than like him.
I could dwell on that little development, but it would likely send me into a tailspin. It’s way easier to focus on the unfulfilled desire making me hot and aggravated and needy and grumpy. Honestly, I don’t mind a little bit of edging, but this has gotten really out of hand.
“Morning.” I snuggle closer to him, wiggling my ass right against where his cock juts against it. It’s the same not-so-subtle invitation I’ve offered every morning for the past few weeks.
And just like every morning for the past few weeks, Titus sucks in a sharp breath, his body going still as I rub against him. I know he wants me the same way I want him. Why won’t he just take me? Short of a neon sign pointing at my vagina, I’m not sure how much clearer I can make it that I want him in there.
Titus presses his face into my hair, breathing deep. “How did you sleep?”
He is so sweet, and I love that. I love the way he holds me close and cuddles me in the morning. I love that he worries about the rest I got and makes me tea while I shower. Titus is the best man I’ve ever known, and it only makes me want him more.
It also makes me feel bad for how annoyed I am.
“Good. What about you?” I wiggle a little more pointedly, making the movements less side to side and more up and down. A little closer in approximation to the act I am not so subtly encouraging him to partake in.
Titus makes a choked sound. Something that almost starts like a groan but abruptly cuts off. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he’s rolling away from me, putting distance between us.
Again.
And maybe I didn’t sleep as well as I claimed, because it sends me spiraling. Flinging back the covers, I rush out of the room, bare feet racing across the hardwood as Titus calls my name.
