I groan and tighten my hold on him. “I still have to pack my things.”
“Do it while I shower,” he orders, ripping himself away from me after a quick kiss on my forehead. “We’ll stop for some food on the way. I’m starving.”
The mention of food stops me from complaining, and then he stands up and stretches, which incapacitates my ability to form thoughts. His ass is out of this world. And for some reason, I really like seeing the red marks I clawed all over his back, from his shoulders to low on his ribcage. He exits my room, so I force myself out of bed, trying to think about what I should take for this weekend. Clothes will be kind of optional.
I barely take one step before my door suddenly opens. Lex quickly comes in before slamming it shut, mumbling an endless series of “Fuck,” and hiding his junk behind his cupped hand.
“What’s going on?” I worriedly ask.
“Your roommate is home.”
My eyes become wide, and my mouth drops open in shock.
Shit, Tamika told me she’d go clubbing after the party. But she’s here. And she saw Lex coming out of my room.
Naked.
This isn’t good at all.
With my heart pounding, I try to think rationally and decide what we should do. Lex is just as shocked, still hiding his junk.
“Are you sure she saw you?” I ask, fully hoping he noticed her before she could.
“I can assure you she did.”
“Did she recognize you?”
“The level of shock in her eyes was from knowing you’re fucking your boss rather than just having a man in your room,” he frustratedly explains. “Fucking hell. I just exposed myself to one of my employees.”
“Another one, you mean.”
“Now’s not the time for being clever, Andrea.”
“I know… Fuck,” I whimper, grabbing the first shirt I can find. I slip it on hastily while Lex gets his pants. When I check the clock on my nightstand, everything makes sense.
“We’ve been here for over two hours!?” Shit, we messed up big time. “What the hell are we going to tell her? I’m not ready for this. I thought we’d have more time before—”
My words die abruptly at the unmistakable sensation of semen dripping from my intimacy.
“What?” Lex asks, noticing my momentary distress.
“You’re … leaking.”
My cheeks burn at the admission while Lex frowns, needing a second to understand my meaning. When he does, his eyes drop to the apex of my thighs, and his pupils dilate. Oh, he really likes the image. In two steps, he’s standing right before me, adamantly reaching down to run his hand up the inside of my thigh.
All notions of Tami are pushed far back into my mind as his fingers slowly slide up to gather the trail of cum there. Then, he shoves it back inside me with two thick fingers. His gestures are experimental more than sexual, even when he thrusts his fingers inside me to feel how he’s coating my walls, to experience the sensation of his semen filling me.
“Lex,” I rasp. “I need to go handle Tami.”
He releases me, gazing down at his glistening fingers, and then looks back up. “What will you tell her?”
“I don’t know yet. But she’s a good friend. She won’t gossip if I ask her not to.”
“I can leave you two alone and wait for you in the car,” he offers, wiping his hand on the side of his pants before he gets his shirt.
With a wince, I offer him an apologetic look. “It’s not a five-minute talk. And she just learned we’re having an affair. She’ll be shocked to see we’re in this deep enough to spend the weekend together.”
His gestures as he slips his shirt on are harsh but precise. When he’s done buttoning it, I can see how much he dislikes this change of plans. I slip on a pair of jogging pants before going to him.
