“So, how’s it going with Rome?” He leaned back and crossed his legs.
I didn’t discuss personal shit with my brother, but I knew he wouldn’t stop questioning me until he got his answers. “It’s alright. She doesn’t want to have sex for four weeks.”
“What?” His jaw dropped. “Is this a cruel joke?”
I wish. “No.”
“And you agreed?”
Because I was a madman. “Yeah.”
He continued to stare at me with a shocked expression. “Is this woman ever going to be your submissive? Or is she just a regular woman?”
“She will. I just need some time with her. If she wants to take it slow, I will.”
“But why? Why wait? Find someone else.”
I didn’t want anyone else. “We fool around, so that’s fine.”
“But why does she want to wait? What’s that about?”
I still didn’t have the answer to that. “Not sure. She didn’t elaborate.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his blue eyes focused as he tried to find the answer on his own.
He should leave the thinking to me.
He snapped his fingers like he found the answer. “She’s a virgin. She’s gotta be.”
I nearly laughed because it was ridiculous. “Trust me, she’s not.”
“How would you know unless you’ve fucked her?”
“Believe me, she’s very experienced. She gave me the best head I’ve ever had. And she talks dirty like no one else.”
“But what if she is.”
I didn’t mess with virgins. I popped a few cherries when I was a teenager, but never since. There was always emotional attachment, and the women expected it to be some grand adventure they would look back on with fondness. She’d think it was the beginning of a long relationship, possibly with her husband. No way in hell I would mess with that. “She’s not.”
With that declaration, Jackson backed off. “Hmm…then, why?”
“She said she wants to take it slow. That’s all I know.”
“Sounds like she wants love and flowers. And we both know that will never work.”
I got that impression as well. She wanted a knight in shining armor, a prince charming. Maybe that was the case. But once she trusted me, I could show her a new life she never considered before. She would love it and become immersed in the darkness. Together, we could be a Dom and a sub who fulfilled every fantasy that crossed our minds. But I had to be patient and wait for the right time. “She’ll change her mind if I give her enough time.”
“And what if she doesn’t?”
The answer was simple. “I’ll walk away.”
“You would really walk away from this woman?” He raised an eyebrow incredulously. “Because you broke off your relationship with a beautiful woman and stalked her like a madman. I don’t think you can give her up that easily.”
I felt something special for this woman—there was no doubt about that. But if we couldn’t come to an agreement about this, I would have to walk away. There was no way around it. “I can. And I will.”
I stopped by her office on my lunch hour. I’d thought about her all morning and couldn’t get her out of my mind. While I was hungry for food, what I was really hungry for was her.
I stepped inside and spotted her sitting at her white desk. A mug was on the surface with the string from a tea bag hanging over the side. Her hair was done in nice curls, and her green eyes were glued to her laptop. She wore a white dress and dark pantyhose on her legs to keep them warm.
She looked up like she expected to see a customer. “I’ll be right with you—” She faltered when she realized it was me. “Oh, hey. I wasn’t expecting you.”
I wanted to keep her on her toes, to never know when I might drop by and take what I wanted. I walked to her desk then leaned over the wood, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey.” Last time I kissed her, I could taste my cum on her lips. Now they just tasted like raspberry lip balm.
She visibly melted underneath me, affected by my touch just the way I was affected by hers. Her eyes grew heavy and lidded, like she wanted to be alone with me in a cold and dark bedroom. “What a nice surprise.”
“I wanted to see if you were in the mood for lunch.” I gave her a dark look, telling her what kind of lunch was on my mind. It wasn’t Mediterranean or Italian. It was the sweet and salty entrée right between her legs. I didn’t mind eating pussy, but for some reason, I loved eating hers. It was so fucking sweet, like pineapple.
She caught my drift immediately because her cheeks blushed. “As appetizing as that sounds—”
The door opened, and Christopher walked inside wearing a designer suit and tie. He looked as if he belonged on Wall Street with his perfectly styled hair and clean-shaven face. He wore a thick jacket to fight the cold, his black dress shoes still shiny despite the sludge of the city. “Wow. I never thought I’d be so excited to see another dude.” He extended his hand and shook mine. “So, you’re seeing each other?”