The sound of her long moan is broken by my lips crashing down on hers as I feel her spasm.
My own release isn’t far behind, and then we lie there in an entwined mess, making no effort to part, because this embrace with my dick relaxing inside of her feels too damn perfect. It should send me running when Violet lets go of my neck to link our hands together, but I only pull her closer to me.
* * *
We dozed off again,until I woke the moment that Violet slid out of bed.
Nature is playing a joke on us; bright sun and blue skies. That’s not exactly how I feel, but then again, rain every day for the last week was as if nature were encouraging us to stay inside and do what we’ve done.
Violet emerges from the bathroom, pulling on her dress. I can tell she’s avoiding me, or at least keeps her eyes angled away from my direction, even when she sits on the side of the bed.
“Were you going to sneak out?” The corner of my mouth stretches.
“Maybe. It’s easier.”
I touch her arm and invite her to look at me. “I guess this is…”
“Mm-hm.” It’s a long moment of holding one another through a gaze. “I’ll be in Chicago next weekend to meet a friend,” she nearly spits out.
“Will you?” Excitement underlines in my tone.
“We could meet for a coffee if you want? During the day. Public place. As friends do.” She nibbles her bottom lip, but her face remains impartial, rather unsure.
Adjusting my body, I lean to kiss her shoulder and flash her my eyes that have won me fans. “I’ll be seeing you for a coffee then.”
A coffee meeting is one ambiguous setting because it could mean so many things. But at least I’ll get to see her again, because going cold turkey on this woman seems too difficult to fathom, and at least this buys us a little more time.
14
VIOLET
The taste of cranberry hits my tongue as I take in the scene around me. Jupiter is the bar and restaurant that everyone wants to be at when you’re in Chicago if you’re young and successful. I’ve been a few times with Ford, as a lot of his former teammates would hang out here. The exposed brick walls with industrial lighting makes this place perfect for cocktails, and cosmopolitans are my favorite. It’s late Saturday afternoon and there isn’t an empty seat.
Looking up from my glass, I see Charlotte swallowed her martini in no time and is now sucking on her olive.
“I miss dressing up and drinking overpriced cocktails sometimes,” I admit with a relaxing sigh.
“Small-town life not treating you well?” She gives me a skeptical glare before taking hold of her long hair to play with.
I grin to myself. “You won’t be able to convince me to move back to the city. I’m very content where I am. It’s just nice to be around all of this buzz and dress up.” I give myself the once-over, and I’m rocking it in a tight black dress with a zipped V heading dangerously low between my cleavage. I matched the look with hoop earrings and black wedges with ties that wrap from my ankles up to my knee.
“We should totally check out this club that a friend recommended, he can get us on the list. It would be a lot of fun.” Charlotte attempts to persuade me with her smile and flashing eyes.
“Maybe. I mean, I’m staying at your place, so why not.” I shrug. “I’m meeting Declan tomorrow at ten for coffee, so I don’t want to be out too late.”
Charlotte instantly scoots to the edge of her seat and rests her chin on her propped arms resting on the small table, clearly invested in our conversation. “Tell meeverything. I mean, I know how it all started. I still can’t believe you convinced me to get you an invite to that party. I’m so proud of you,” she nearly coos.
“I still can’t believe it, but I’m happy I did. I wanted to be free for a night, and it was an adventure.” Maybe to start with... “You know, I’m kind of relieved that I ended up with Declan’s name that night. A stranger wouldn’t have been the same.”
Charlotte listens with a gaze of admiration. We can’t talk specifics because of the NDA we signed, but we just know we both had an evening of satisfaction and happened to witness the names we pulled.
“But what happened the other week with Declan?” she presses.
My cheeks warm, and I can’t help but blush. “We just had a little fun, that’s it. Nothing more.”
“But you’re meeting for coffee tomorrow. Near his place?” She tips her head slightly to the side.
“I don’t know, we still need to text details.”
