Slowly, he moves closer to me, my heart rate picking up with every step he takes. I try my best to ignore my body betraying me and my chest on the verge of exploding, but his scent, it’s like a drug, and the closer he is to me, the more I struggle to compose myself.
“I lied to your father, told him an emergency came up with a friend. I may have jeopardized a business deal because I almost yelled at a potential client. I went over and over in my head why I even care some college kid is touching you or the fact that he’s made his profile look like the two of you are together.”
“Cash is just a friend…” I mumble, defending myself.
Will purses his lips, his body only inches away from mine. “And I don’t understand why I want to tear apart any man who touches you in the slightest.”
I beg my eyes not to look up at him, falling victim to his penetrating stare.
“I guess it’s why I don’t understand when I’m told you have some new woman latched onto your arm, I feel the very same.”
His hands grip my face, his lips crashing onto mine. Letting out a moan, I drag him through the living room toward my room, throwing him onto my bed. Without a thought, I straddle him before he slides my dress above my hips and moves his fingers between us. I throw my head back, rubbing myself against him, ignoring everything else but the sound of his pants coming off.
Will doesn’t hesitate entering me whole. My body follows, riding him fast, unapologetic with my need to come right here, right now. I don’t care if I’m labeled selfish. His body is an addiction I can’t seem to stop, no matter how fucked-up this all is.
He begs me again to ride it out together, and moments later, we moan in harmony, allowing our bodies to succumb to the intense orgasm we both experienced.
Our shallow breaths echo inside the room as he pulls my neck down, our foreheads touching while he still remains inside me.
“You didn’t call,” I state, rather than ask.
“Neither did you.”
“I don’t know what any of this means.”
He kisses my lips, pushing deep. Undoubtedly, he’s hard again. “What do you want it to mean?”
“I don’t know,” I falter, out of breath. “My parents can never find out. It will end badly if they do.”
He stops his movements, tracing his fingers along my lips. “Then we keep us a secret. No one has to know but us.”
“A forbidden affair…” I whisper.
With a devious smirk, he moves his hand beneath my dress and into my bra. His fingers tweak my nipple, causing me to gasp. “Our dirty little secret. No one has to know, but I do have one request.”
“What is it?”
“It’s only me,” he mouths softly. “Only I can touch you like this.”
I groan at his touch, his request to be exclusive not even a second thought. Unless, of course, he still wants to be with other women.
“But what about you?”
He pauses, his eyes tracing the tip of his finger as it glides down my body. With a steady gait, his tongue runs across his bottom lip seductively.
“Trus
t me, baby,” he confesses with a lowered voice. “There’s no one else I want to be inside of beside you.”
And with the truth unveiled, I gaze at the man who has consumed me whole.
We’re about to start something dangerous, something which can jeopardize everything we have.
Or maybe it’s too late. The second I walked into his office, the tell-tale signs were there.
I just chose to ignore it.
And ignorance can only get you so far in life.