“That’s right. Rub that clit, baby. Fucking soak my cock with your cum.” I speed up, watching her breasts bounce with each of my thrusts, pulling her nipple in my mouth as her hand moves fasterbetween us. And then she’s screaming, clenching around me, making me follow right behind her as I fill the condom with my release.
“Fuckkkk…” I drag out until every last drop has left my body, and then I collapse, rolling off of her.
We lie there, breathing heavily until we turn to face each other at the same time.
“You’re forgiven,” Vienna says on a shaky breath.
“Good.” I stare back up at the ceiling, trying to get my heart rate back under control. And I’m waiting for the guilt to slam into me like it has the last two times, but it doesn’t.
Fuck.
“Rhonan?” Vienna’s voice cuts through my racing thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“What happens now?”
Her question shouldn’t catch me off guard, but as soon as I twist back to face her, I can see the uncertainty in her eyes.
We do that again.
It’s the only thought in my brain at this moment, because I know without a doubt that I’m not going to be able to resist this woman anymore now that I’ve had her beneath me.
But before I can say anything, I hear my phone chime from the pocket of my jeans. “Fuck, I—I need to get back home.”
“Oh…okay, yeah.”
Once we clean up and redress, an awkward silence rests between us. Vienna walks me to her door, where I find the picture from Ellis on the floor—a victim of the desperation we gave in to. “Shit.” I lean down and pick it up, twisting to hand it to her. “By the way, Ellis made this for you.”
Vienna studies the paper in her hands, tears forming in her eyes. “That girl has the biggest heart. I hope she never changes.”
“Yeah, I know. I have no idea where she got it from, honestly.”
Vienna tilts her head at me. “That’s funny—because I do.”
I reach for the door, not wanting to leave but knowing that I have to. “Good night, Vienna.”
“Good night, Rhonan.”
Once her door is shut and I hear her lock it, I make my way back home slowly, replaying everything that just happened and what the fuck I’m supposed to do about it now.
I don’t regret sleeping with her. Not one fucking bit.
In fact, I feel like it was only inevitable at this point.
But now what?
As soon as I walk in the door, I find Joanne standing there, her arms crossed over her chest and a knowing look on her face.
“Yes, Joanne?”
“You’ve been gone for a while.”
Shit. I didn’t even think about how much time had passed while I was there. I push a hand through my hair, which draws Joanne’s attention to the sight. Her brow lifts.
“We were…talking.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “And did you grovel?”
