His warm green eyes watched as I lowered my hand between us and started massaging my clit. It wasn’t going to take long. He was pummeling into me with the massive thing between his legs, and fifteen seconds was all I needed to feel another orgasm coming on.
“Kaz, I think I might die,” I told him, feeling all kinds of non-sensical things as the pressure in my core reached a new level.
He let out a low chuckle. “I’m right there with you.”
And then it happened. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure tore through me, causing me to momentarily leave planet Earth. I’d never felt an orgasm likethisbefore. It was stunning. Like a solar eclipse, or an earthquake, or the formation of the goddamn universe.
I returned just in time to see Kaz squeeze his eyes and release a desperate groan. His cock pulsed in me. “Holy fucking shit,” he ground out, pumping into me a few more times. “Molly, fuck.”
I dug my nails into the flesh of his back, anchoring us to each other. I struggled to process thatthisis how sex was with him. How could this man who infuriated me so much make me feel likethat?
When he opened his eyes, he looked as dazed as I felt. “That was…”
“Yeah.”
He brushed his lips against mine and then pressed our foreheads together. A few moments passed before he pulled out of me, and we collapsed on our backs, our gasping breaths loud in the still, quiet air. A hand folded around mine. I rocked my head to the side, locking my gaze with Kaz’s and noticing the way his lips were just slightly parted. He was looking at me with a level of wonder that should make me uncomfortable, but somehow, it didn’t.
I was at peace in this room, lying beside him.
Until suddenly, I remembered something.
I lolled my head away from him and forced myself to sit up. “I should get dressed before—”
“Mason comes home.”
“Yeah.”
The bed shifted as he moved behind me. He traced my spine with his fingertips, slowly enough to count each vertebra. “I wouldn’t do this if I thought it would hurt him.”
Pulling my lips inside my mouth, I shook my head. “This isn’t about him.”
I could deal with Kaz thinking I was repressed, or sexually unfulfilled, or whatever. After this session, I was pretty sure he was right about that. But I wouldn’t ever admit to him I was partially doing this to get over Mason. He could theorize about it all he wanted, but I’d never give him a confirmation. For both of our sakes.
After all, who’d feel good about being a means to an end?
Kaz was good at wearing his armor, but even he wasn’t invincible.
15
MASON
“Did Molly show up yesterday?”I asked Kaz over lunch the day after we had our meeting with the photographer. Last night, after I got back from the gym, he’d been strangely absent, hiding out in his room for the rest of the evening. I gave him his space. Maybe he was upset about putting Molly in an awkward position at work and needed to mull it over on his own. Still, we had to get some work done today, and we couldn’t afford to have him sulk the day away.
He swallowed a piece of his hash brown and nodded. “She stopped by for a bit.”
The flash of guilt across his face brought me up to speed fast enough. They were sleeping together. Why else would she leave before I came home? I was only gone for about two hours.
My fists curled on top of my thighs, hidden by the table. The consequences of all my recent bad decisions were finally catching up to me. My best friend and the girl I couldn’t let go off were hooking up, in large part because I’d allowed it to happen.
Coward. Coward. Coward.
The situation was beyond messed up. Why couldn’t I cut off these emotions at the root and just move on from her? Nothing helped. Not the fact that she could still make me feel like an idiot by just flashing some fancy contract in my face. Not the cold front I’d kept up around her. Not even the woman I was seeing. I’d been hanging out with Charlotte more than ever, but I wasn’t growing any fonder of her. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, had an expiry date that seemed to approach at an ever-increasing pace.
“When are you seeing Charlotte next?”
I side-eyed my friend. Sometimes, I swear he could read my thoughts. “I don’t know. Maybe later.”
“You do know she was salivating over all the famous dudes at the party, right?” he asked, casting me a weary look. “Or did your little rendezvous help you forget it?”
