“Fuck yes, we are.”
“Then I’ll see Billie after we get home.” She shrugs a shoulder and steps into the shower.
“Good.” I follow, standing behind her. “I want you with me. In my apartment. We’ll build you a dance studio anywhere you want in it.”
“Isn’t that moving a little fast?”
“No,” I scoff. “We’ve been dancing around this, aroundus, for a year. I want you next to me every night. We’re not wasting any more time. Already wasted too damn much,” I mutter.
“It wasn’t wasted, Alex. Not really. I love so much about us over the last year.”
I hum in agreement and lean forward to kiss her shoulder again. “True. But also, I’mbeggingyou to move in with me as soon as possible. Fuck waiting any longer.”
She chuckles and turns around. “Okay. But I want to come back to work, Alex. I love being at the office with you, but I don’t want it to be a problem, you know?”
“After watching you run around here for the last week, I realized that you’re overqualified for the personal assistant position, but I’m positively useless without you. Anyone who has an issue with us living together, being together, and working together, can go fuck themselves.”
I glance down at her and see her eyes trained on my chest.
“Alex,” she whispers. “When did you do that?” She raises a hand and gently trails a finger along the tattoo of her name over my heart.
“The day after you left New York.”
“That’s… That’s my handwriting. My terrible signature.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I needed you with me, no matter what. Even if I never found you again. Even if you never talked to me again. You have my heart, Amelia. You always will.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Her tongue licks into my mouth, and my cock responds. One of her palms drags down my chest, then my stomach, and encircles my dick.
“How are you hard again?” she asks in amazement as she slides her hand from the base to the tip.
“I’ve been at least half hard most of the time around you for a year.” I grab her hips and pick her up, pinning her to the shower wall. Her legs go around my waist. “You okay? I don’t want to hurt your leg.”
“I’m good.” She wiggles a little, rubbing against me.
“So greedy.” I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust up into her. The angle has her gasping with each thrust, and she explodes suddenly. I thrust a few more times and when I climax, it feels like she draws every bit of cum out of me with the vice grip she has around my cock. I lean into her, hoping my legs don’t give out. “Fuck, baby.”
Once I feel steady again, I grab my soap and wash her body. She has ‘keep dancing’ tattooed next to the scar on her leg, ‘5,6,7,8’ on her ribcage, and ‘to dance is to breathe’ on her hip. Each one makes me smile and also makes me both sad and angry that her dream was ripped away. My lips drop into a frown as I gently trace the scar.
“Hey.” She touches my chin, tilting it up and bringing my eyes to hers from the scar and tattoo on her thigh. “I won’t lie, it sucks. Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it hits me hard emotionally, but I’ve mostly come to terms with it and I’m making my own way with it.”
“I love watching you dance, you know.”
“You going to dance with me tomorrow night?”
“You bet your ass I will.”
She grins happily. After making sure we’re both clean, we step out of the shower, and I use a towel to dry her off.
“I would say I can do that myself, but I’m kind of loving you doing it for me,” she says.
“Get used to it, sunshine.”
Chapter 37
Were we ever fooling anyone?
Alex
