Going Deep (Imperfect Love 2)

I say a quick prayer to the man above that I don’t make a fool out of myself. Then I stifle a laugh…because let’s be real here, God has more important prayers to answer than the one from a thirty-one year old man who’s praying to remember how to give a woman an orgasm. The same man who might as well be a damn born-again virgin with no recent sexual experience.

Giselle moans into my mouth as she grinds down on my finger, trying to make herself come. I can’t have that, though. When she comes, it will be because of me—not of her own doing.

Adding another finger to the mix, I fingerfuck her as deep as I can go while we continue to kiss. My thumb finds her clit and I massage it in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm in pleasure. Giselle’s breathing turns labored. Her cunt grinds down on my hand as my thumb finds a good rhythm. And then she’s coming all over my fingers. Her thighs shake as her orgasm overtakes her, and her juices drip down and soak my shorts.

She ends our kiss, and I take a second to look at her. Her lips are puffy and pink from my beard. Her face is flushed and her lids are half-closed. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve made a woman come, and Giselle looks like she’s high from the orgasm I gave her.

She stares at me for a long moment, and when she doesn’t say anything, I have to ask, “What are you thinking?”

She gives me a shy smile. “I’m thinking that felt amazing.” She backs up slightly and her hand grips my hard cock. My eyes drop down to see the wet spot she left behind. “And I’m also thinking it’s only fair I return the favor.”

The last thing I want is for her to think she has to reciprocate out of obligation.

“You don’t owe me anything.” I lift her off me and set her on the couch. “I need to go change.”

When she frowns at my words, I add, “Nick is taking Reed to the park. Why don’t we take our sandwiches to the park to join them?” I don’t want her to think I don’t want her. I do. So fucking much. But only when she’s sure I’m the guy she wants to get serious with, and not because she thinks I expect a tit for tat.

She gives me a confused look, but I ignore it as I stand and head into my room so I can change. When I come back out, she’s put together—she must’ve used my guest bathroom—and checking her cell phone.

“You ready?” I ask.

“I actually need to get going,” she says as she pulls her purse over her shoulder. “Thank you for taking me to see my mom today.”

“Giselle, wait.” I move in front of her so she can’t run. “What happened a few minutes ago…” My eyes dart over to the couch.

“Was a mistake,” she says, finishing my sentence for me. She pushes against my chest to move me out of her way and saunters out of my apartment, closing the door behind her before I can even argue. It takes me a few seconds to think about what just happened, but once I do, I run out my door and down the hallway to chase after her. Only, when I get to the elevator, she’s already gone. I consider texting or calling her, but decide it’s best if I give her some space.

Fifteen

Giselle

“You seem like you’re somewhere else,” Andrew, my date for the evening, points out. We’re finishing our dessert at a new French restaurant in the Upper East Side. The grand opening is tonight, and Andrew requested me to escort him to the event. It wasn’t until right before he picked me up, I had a chance to read through the specifics and saw the line I was hoping wouldn’t be there: nightcap.

“I’m okay,” I tell him and then take another bite of my Gâteau au Chocolat. I imagine it tastes delicious, but right now everything I put into my mouth tastes like cardboard.

The waiter comes over and asks if we would like anything else. Wanting to prolong the inevitable, I order a latte to go with my dessert. I feel Andrew’s eyes on me, but I don’t look at him. Instead, I focus on my dessert like it’s the answer to all of life’s biggest mysteries.

“Giselle?” I hear my name being called and my head shoots up. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

“Hey, I didn’t know you would be here.” Olivia’s eyes dart back and forth between Andrew and me. Nick doesn’t say a word, but his glare is enough to tell me he either knows about me escorting or he knows about Killian and me. And I know Killian wouldn’t share my secret, which means Killian told him something happened between us.