“Yesss.” He aligned his face to mine. “You make this feel so fucking good.”
He held us together, slowing a little more with each stroke until we were still, our arms hugging one another.
It took a few breaths and a smile before he said, “Do you think the entire floor just heard us?”
I laughed, rubbing my cheek along his scruff. “If they did, I think someone would have come in.” I flattened my hand on his chest, the softness of his tie and the starchiness of his shirt a combo I enjoyed. “But you know what’s the worst thing ever?”
“Tell me.”
That I had to stop gazing into his gorgeous cobalt eyes. That I had to stop smelling his delectable cologne. That I had to unwrap my arms and legs, my pussy no longer full of him.
Rather than saying any of that, I said, “That I have to go.”
“I know . . .”
He set me down, and I reached for the bottom half of my scrubs, along with my thong, and I pulled them up, trying to put myself together.
“Is there a restroom on your floor?” He stared at the condom still on his dick.
I giggled. “There is. By the elevator. You can take care of that in there”—I nodded toward the latex as he looked up at me—“along with the foil, wherever that went.”
He lifted his pants, tucked himself into his boxer briefs, and buckled up. When his hands were finally free, they went to my face, and he pulled me toward him. “I came here with a long list of reasons to thank you. Add this to it.”
“You don’t need to thank me for having sex with you. What you got out of this, so did I.”
But I got so much more.
There were things I wanted to say. Questions I wanted to ask.
I couldn’t.
Gavin was here for his needs. I wasn’t going to put him on the spot and start a conversation that would have an ending I probably wouldn’t want to hear. Not from a man who was all physical take and no emotional give.
If he wanted more, he knew where to find me.
Just like last time, I had to leave on my terms. There was no way I was going to let him walk out the door while I sat here in silence and memories.
So I tapped his chest first and then wiggled out of his grip. “You be good, Mr. Worthington. Whatever you do, don’t let anyone see you when you leave.”
I gave him a smile and I was gone.
Chapter Ten
Gavin
The moment I walked into her room, my grandmother glanced up from the book she was reading, took off her glasses, closed the hardback, and set it on the table beside her. Her smile was so large, it reached her eyes. “My darling grandson. It’s about time you paid me a visit.”
Because I knew I was coming in here, I’d left the supply closet and gone into the restroom, ditched the condom and wrapper, and washed my face. The thought of kissing my grandmother with lips that had just been on Emily’s cunt didn’t sit right.
But that also meant I wouldn’t get to taste Emily for the rest of the day, like I’d intended, and that didn’t sit right with me either. I didn’t know why, but the idea of getting to smell her, lick her—I liked that.
I wanted it.
And now she was gone.
I stopped at the side of my grandmother’s bed and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “But I’m here now. How are you feeling?”
“Better and better each day.”
