“For real?”
“Yeah. I’ll get tested soon. But I’ll need to see you more. It’ll have to be twice a week, at the very least.”
“I suppose I can skip Pilates on Tuesday evenings. Would that work?”
“Yeah. But don’t worry, we’ll find fun ways to exercise and make up for it.”
I can feel the smile on her lips when she kisses my torso before wriggling even closer until there isn’t a lick of space left between us.
Shit, I’m almost ready to go again. The things this woman does to me are uncanny.
“When’s your brunch tomorrow?” I ask.
She sighs, “Eleven-thirty.”
“Hmm…” With a mighty shove of my hips, I make us roll over, pulling out of her once she’s lying on her back to change the condom. “We better get on with it, then.”
“I guess we should.”
Before I can do anything, she pulls me in for a long, deep, and thorough kiss. Seconds into it, I’m already high on her taste, feeling like I’ll never get enough of it.
Yes, fucking only her for the next few weeks or months won’t be an issue.
What comes after that might become a problem.
Chapter Fifteen
Gen
I’m very aware of my surroundingsbefore I even open an eye. This isn’t my mattress, these aren’t my sheets, and I’ve been sleeping alone for over a month now, but there’s a warm and solid body against me.
Also, I feel deliciously sore, a lingering ache etched at the junction of my thighs.
Jake…
We came to his place and had sex. The entire night. With breaks and naps of course, but I remember us still going at it by the time the night sky was slowly turning into dawn. When I flutter my eyes open, I notice that the sun is completely out now, its warm light bathing the loft.
My interest then shifts to the broad torso under my cheek and the tattoos drawn on it. With a contented sigh, I inch closer to him, tightening the hold of my arm thrown over his waist.
Ah, this feels great.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed sleeping with someone. There’s something comforting about having a warm body to wake up to—a comfortable coziness to it. And when that body provided that much delight through the night, there’s even some pride.
We got a little carried away, and the list became the last thing on my mind. I was too busy enjoying everything he did to me, lost in the moment. We still worked through two items: the striptease and the music.
Hmm… Maybe we could have sex one more time before I leave for my—
Crap!
We were so lost in it that I completely forgot to set an alarm. Moving urgently while ensuring I won’t wake up Jake, I rip myself away from him and look around for a clock.
Before I can find one, my eyes land on a surprising witness. A black cat is sitting on the nightstand on my side, staring at me with yellow eyes. So, that’s Beelzebub?
Because I don’t have time to figure out what Jake’s cryptic warning meant, I continue my search for time. When I find a large clock set on a wall, I hold back a curse. It’s almost ten. This means I have an hour and a half to leave, get home, shower, change, and head to the restaurant. And I can’t, under any circumstances, be late. Not forthat.
Scolding myself internally, I untangle my limbs from the sheets, ensuring again that I don’t stir Jake too much. He deserves the rest after the night we had. As soon as I find my phone, I order a hired car. Once I’m fully dressed, I gaze at his sleeping shape, the sheets resting low on his muscular stomach. As tempting as it is to wake him up and say goodbye, I worry he’ll lure me into more sex. Because I’m late and sore enough as it is, I walk up to the door.
The cat is now on the high console right next to it, by the set of keys I need to get out.Shoot.
