No, she was driving me crazy because she had to tease, taunt, torment, titillate, and any other damn T word she could to drive me up the wall.
I knew that the things I told her that first day would be the end of me. And she was proving it.
She took everything I told her and then had me on the edge of my seat to where I was so damn twisted, I couldn’t tell up from down.
And my hand? Yeah, that shit was no relief.
I sighed as I laid my head back on the couch, closing my eyes and replaying the sound of her coming just a few nights ago.
Was that the only time?
Hell no.
That would have been far too nice for her.
Nope, she came the following afternoon, and night. Then she came while she was taking a bath. And once more when I was on the phone with Marcell. I had to step outside and almost froze my dick off.
Actually, that might have been far more preferable than the torture of being semi-hard around her all the time now.
How the hell was I going to get over this? I couldn’t touch her, not if I wanted that to be the death of me.
But hell, keeping my distance was proving to be a fate much worse than death.
I wanted to kiss her, feel her pressed against me. I wanted to watch her bounce on my dick. I wanted my fingers to trace her skin. I wanted my mouth to ravage her nipples.
“Damn it,” I groaned, snapping my eyes open as I heard her walk into the room. Now, she never walked. She sashayed as if she owned the place and it was hers, making me watch every curve as it moved.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down on one of the chairs, laptop in hand, and brought her long legs up, that were on full display.
What I wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around my head right now.
“Nothing,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hand, trying my best, and losing, to get the image out of them. “What are you working on?”
“Even if I’m currently in hiding, Marcell emailed me to remind me I still have work to do. So, he sent over some forms he wants me to look over and see if the deals would work in his favor.”
Thank god for that name because it was the dose of cold water I needed.
“I sure hope he doesn’t think you can go talk to anyone right now,” I told her, stretching while I sat there.
“I think he knows we’re pretty far off the grid. Sides, I don’t talk to anyone, actually, until I get to the point of them declining me. Then I have to use my skills to get them to see my side.”
“Yeah, what skills are those?”
She looked at me over her laptop, her lips lifting up into a smirk, and it all told me I shouldn’t have asked.
“The same skills I’m using on you to keep you on edge and make you soft.”
I wish I could say I knew what came over me when I jumped off the couch, grabbed her laptop only to toss it in the spot I was in, hauled her up and into my arms, and then kissed her, but I’ll never be able to tell.
All I knew was her mouth on mine, her tongue mixing with mine, had me seeing stars, and holy hell if it wasn’t incredible.
She moaned, her arms sliding around my neck as her fingers worked through the backside of my neck and hair, and I shivered within her embrace.
My hands ran along her back, over her hips, and down to cup her ass, pushing her flush against me so she could understand every last little thing she’s done to me.
After countless moments, I finally broke away, needing what little sanity I could save. I rested my forehead against hers, enjoying the look of her flushed face and her plump lips.
“No one needs to see those skills,” I told her before pulling away. “I need to take care of this. Behave yourself,” I scolded, making sure she caught my hand fisting my dick before I walked to my bathroom, keeping the doors open. I shed my clothes, turning the water on full blast, and stepped under the spray.
