Jeez…
It’s bad enough I took the risk and slipped in here to begin with. Wanting to sleep where he sleeps. To feel the same sheets he sleeps on against my body. Wanting to pretend that this could be my life.
The horror of what I’ve done washes over me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, bringing my hand from my chest to squeeze my temples, trying to figure out just what I’m doing. Where is the practical, nothing-special, good girl I was before I walked into this house yesterday morning? Before I met the man who seems to have changed me on a genetic level into this wanton, risk-taking trollop?
Still, I can’t help but imagine lying here with him night after night. I think of cooking dinner, wearing a lacy apron and tripping over Buddha as I set the table and light the candles. It’s all silly girl fantasy, I know, but somehow, deep down, it feels so right, almost like it’s a memory instead of a dream.
The air blowing from the vents makes me shiver as my body relaxes and starts to come down from the throttling orgasm. Marshall’s bedroom is enormous, and I wonder why one person needs so much space, but even in the cool air, there is a warmth about it.
I open my eyes and reach down, pulling the bedding over my chilled body and telling myself I will sleep a couple hours, then get up and wash the bedding, remake the bed and never, ever do this again—or tell anyone what I did.
It will be a one-time thing. One reckless moment that should have never—
“I’m here.” The voice sends my heart racing as I yelp and pull the sheets around me. I scramble back against the headboard, my head slamming against the wall as fear-ignited heat replaces the former chill.
My head snaps to the corner of the room, where I see a figure stand from his place in the chair, horror crowding out any of the lingering fantasy.
“Oh my god!” I scream in terror as the enormous silhouette becomes more evident in the moonlight from the window, and I realize who it is. “What are you doing here?” I shudder, pulling pillows in front of me as a barricade, though to what I’m not sure.
“This is my house. Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
“I guess… But you sat there and watched me? That’s not right.” I’m shaking all over wishing somehow the bed would swallow me up and take away the humiliation of the moment.
“Felt right to me. As I imagine you doing what you just did in my bed felt right to you.”
He steps around to the side of the bed where I’m huddled and flicks on the light on the nightstand, making me squint. When my eyes finally adjust, I dare look up and see him watching me with wildness in his eyes.
Unable to look him in the eye, my eyes drift downward until I see the outline of an enormous erection under his gray suit trousers and a wet spot seeping through the fabric where the shape of the bulging head is clear.
My nipples are rock hard as his eyes roam over me, and the release of tension I had a moment ago is gone, replaced by a new sort of throbbing need, laced with fear and panic.
I’m sure what I’ve done is illegal somehow, and I can only hope that he won’t press charges.
As he stares at me, I want to run, but I also never want to leave. My core clenches and the heat between my legs intensifies as he reaches over to brush a stray hair from my cheek, the contact making me wince, unsure what’s coming next.
He licks his lips and his jaw muscles tighten as my pulse races.
“I liked watching you,” he says.
I glance over at my clothes on the corner of the bed, wondering if he’s going to leave me to dress so I can take the walk of shame to my car.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be here.” I look down at the bedding, clutching it tighter to the base of my neck.
“I think you should be right here. In fact, I can’t think of anywhere better for you.”
I’m not sure if I should be turned on or terrified. I’m in a precarious position, naked in the bed of a man I barely know as he stands over me, looking at me like I’m his next meal.
His hand leaves my cheek, tracing down my exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps under his fingers.
“I’d like to see more. Can you do that for me again? You said my name, as well. I liked that very much.”
“I—” I stutter, unsure what to say or do, even as tingling anticipation gathers down low. This mysterious man, who’s somehow lit a candle inside of me I didn’t even know existed before, is urging me forward with his eyes, and I feel powerless to resist.