“Fuck, this is a mess,” he mutters, removing his glasses to pass a frustrated hand over his face. “I told you I don’t do relationships because I’m terrible at it. I’m a workaholic, don’t have a romantic bone in my body, and never cared for someone long enough to commit to anything serious.”
I’m not expecting a relationship out of this, but knowing I’ll soon be back to Idris and loneliness hurts a little. He notices my pout and raises his hand to rest it on my jaw. His warm eyes travel down the length of my face, and I melt into a puddle when his thumb gently grazes my lower lip.
“I’m not used to the things you trigger in me. I’ve never been the jealous type, but when I see you with Oliver and how easy things are between the two of you, it makes me irrationally mad.”
My heart beats so hard in my chest that I worry it might break a rib. Shit, he can’t say things like this. It’s easier if I can’t sleep around because we work together and not because he’s jealous. He can’t expect me not to get overly attached when he says that while looking at me with those incredible gray irises so full of… something.
At this precise moment, I know he’ll breakmy heart one day. It’s clear now more than ever. I’ll fall head over heels for him, and the ending will be excruciatingly painful. Maybe we should put an end to it right now. It’s the smart thing to do. He’s my boss, so I’m not only risking my heart but also my career.
“No matter how much I get, it’s never enough. I constantly crave you, Andrea,” he confesses, his voice barely a whisper.
His vulnerability gets the best of me, and I plunge in for a kiss. In seconds, we’re heatedly making out, and I’m straddling him on the couch while he leans on the backrest. I devour him with all the passion I hold, enjoying his taste, the touch of his hands on my lower back, the warm wetness of his tongue…
“Fuck… I really meant for us to work,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine, not stopping me from unzipping his pants.
“We’ll work after.” My slim hand lowers into his underwear and rips an animalistic growl out of him when my fingers wrap around his thick girth. I massage him up and down, my mouth hovering over his, the tips of our noses grazing.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he says with breathtaking intensity. “I constantly think I can’t possibly want you more, and I’m always proven wrong.”
I tear myself away from him to stand and watch as Lex pushes his jeans down, freeing his magnificent hard-on.
“Shirt off,” I command. With a crooked smile, he obeys. Then, he sits there, holding his dick and stroking it leisurely. Shit, it’s so hot. One of these days, I’ll have to ask him to get himself off like this. But not today.
Deciding that now is time for me to finally taste him, I lick my lips.
His pupils eat away their surrounding grayness when I kneel between his parted knees. The connection of our eyes breaks when I gaze down to admire his cock. It looks even thicker and longer from here. The head is appealingly sitting on top, its shape the most tempting of plums. I trace the prominent veins with the tip of my finger, finishing my exploration with the big one under his length, following it all the way to the crease at his tip. God, I adore his dick.
It needs to be molded and mass-manufactured into dildos.
“Are you torturing me on purpose?” he asks in a raspy voice.
“I’m trying to decide if it’s safe to take you in my mouth.” Choking to death on him wouldn’t be the worst way to go, but I’d rather avoid it.
“I got tested after our first time together, and the results came back negative for everything,” he says, misunderstanding me. “Since we won’t sleep around, I thought we might discard the use of condoms.”
A shiver runs down my stomach as I remember how he wanted to take me raw back in his kitchen. “Why do you so badly want to have me without protection?”
It’s a big step, clean or not. Despite my IUD, there are pregnancy risks I don’t want to take.
“I never tried before, and it’s been in my mind ever since that moment in my car when you wanted me to fuck you raw,” he casually explains.
“So, you want me to be the first woman you’ve had without a condom?”
He nods, his eyes caressing my confused features.
Somehow, that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I can’t do this.
His meaning of casual sex won’t work for me. It’s too easy to get attached and get my hopes up. With trembling legs, I push myself up. The moment is gone.
“What’s happening? What did I say?” I ask as Andrea gets up, completely blindsided.
“You need to take a moment to think long and hard about what you want from me,” she explains. “When we started, you told me we’d just fuck around, nothing more. Then you ask for exclusivity, a signed document, this… It means something, whether you admit it or not.”
I pull up my pants, not bothering to fasten them, but say nothing. When she continues, her voice trembles slightly. “I’m going to get hurt—we knew it from the start. But you aren’t making any effort to protect me. You’re charming when you’re not being a jerk, incredible at sex, humorous, caring… And now you tell me I make you jealous for the first time in your life, that you can’t get enough of me, and you ask of me things that are meaningful and important. How am I supposed to not get attached when you’re like this?”
“Would you rather I treat you like shit?” I ask, irritated.
“No, I’d rather you treat me like your booty call and not like I’m your—” She stops and pinches her lips.
