I bounced and rocked like a crazy woman as my pussy convulsed and spasmed in pleasure. I started to tire, so he gripped my hips and bucked up, once and then twice, until he finished.
Completely sated, I collapsed, resting my head on his shoulder. His hands rubbed my back. It occurred to me that this was the closest we’d gotten to a post-coital cuddle. We sat like that for a moment, neither of us saying anything. I wasn’t sure what to say since I couldn’t be sure if his regret was about to overtake him again. So, I just held him for as long as he’d let me as I caught my breath.
His dick started to soften, and his come began to drip from me.
“Let me get something to clean up with,” he said.
He kissed my shoulder. It wasn’t my lips. There wasn’t a confession of love. But he wasn’t emotionally withdrawing, either.
I scooted off him, and he stood, reaching for the tissues on my desk. He handed me a couple and then grabbed some to wipe his dick. We started to fix our clothes without saying anything. I began to get nervous that he was realizing what he’d done and was about to reject me again. I kept my eyes averted because I didn’t want to see the regret in his eyes.
I pressed my hands down the skirt of my dress.
“Hey.” The crook of his finger lifted my chin. “You okay?”
I mustered a smile. “Yes.”
He studied me for a moment and then turned me around. “Let me get your zipper.”
He’d just gotten it up when there was a knock on the door. We both jumped. He straightened his tie and checked his pants, then nodded.
“Yes?” I called.
Sinclair opened the door. “Oh good, you’re in here,” she said when she saw Mo. “Stark is on the phone. And, I think we need to talk about some…staff issues…morale.” She looked at me. I wasn’t sure if she meant Trina or me. Probably both.
He nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.”
Sinclair looked at me and then Mo. Could she tell what we’d just done? He arched a brow at her.
“Right. I’ll be in my office,” she left, but the door stayed open.
“I’ll see you later,” he said.
I remembered my dinner date with Tucker. “I’ll be out tonight for dinner.”
He frowned. “Out? At your dad’s?” His tone was hopeful, and it was as if he knew I was referring to Tucker but didn’t want it to be true.
“Tucker. I want to help him get settled.”
I wondered if he was a good poker player because his face was impassive. “Of course. Have a good time.”
He looked like he might kiss me, but then he stopped himself. Instead, he turned and walked out of my office. I blew out a breath and went to sit behind my desk. What just happened? What did it mean? Did it mean anything?
I finished my day and headed home—Mo’s home—to shower and change. Then, because I had a little time before I was meeting Tucker, I stopped by my dad’s house to check on him.
He was just coming over from the barn. He smiled when he saw me. “Well, what a lovely surprise.”
“Hi, Dad.”
He looked at my outfit, a summer dress, and strappy sandals. “My, you look nice. Hot date?”
“My friend Tucker has moved to town. I’m meeting him tonight.”
He frowned. “Is it wise to be with your boyfriend when you’re married to Mo? I mean, I know it’s all fake, but still, I told Mo it wouldn’t be right for him to see anyone—”
“Mo wanted to see someone?” Was it Shelley?
“No. Of course not.”