After I get back to my room and close the door, I lay on my bed and clutch my pillow like a schoolgirl. That little kiss after all the hard work left me feeling insane, and insanely turned on. I groan into the pillow, because those are two things that I did not want to feel again. I’m considering making another list of reasons why we shouldn’t be together, but by now I know that would be a waste of time.
I push my pillow away and sit back up. I admit to myself that I have no idea what to do. I need to calm myself down and also time to think.
I keep picturing last night in my head, and that image is not helping things right now. I decide to take a shower. That usually relaxes me.
I grab my things and head to the bathroom. I spend a long time under the soapy steamy water. I also take the opportunity to relieve some of the tension brought on by that simple kiss.
It felt better than I ever imagined to be kissed by him and have his hands on me like that. I touch myself gently, but I wish it was him doing it.
I imagine him embracing me as I shudder to an orgasm, the shower drowning out my moans.
He left me wanting so much more.
I don’t know how I will ever be able to tell him that.
Afterwards I feel much more comfortable and I go back to my room.
I stretch out on my bed and try not to think of anything.
The warm water relaxed me so much that I pass out right away.
This time it’s a comfortable sleep.
I dream of soft fluffy clouds and wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.
Chapter 7
Cassie
We have been working together in Matt’s home for a week and those goodnight kisses that he gives me are driving me insane. I have to fight against the part of me that wants more. Matt seems to have gone back to normal, though, other than that.
That’s good news, I guess. It takes the pressure off of me to answer his question. I wish I could be carefree like he is. No matter how much I try I just can’t stop thinking of how his fingers felt inside of me,
and how hot he looked when he came. These thoughts are making me feel wet right now. I don’t know whether to cry or scream. This has all been just so much to think about at once.
This morning, I sit in the bedroom for a long time, weighing my options and figuring out how to respond to him. It’s probably time to finally admit the truth about my feelings. What’s most surprising is that I’ve come to believe there are mutual feelings between us.
If there weren’t, then we wouldn’t have had so much fun that night. It’s exciting to think that my boss, who I have crushed on for so long, returns my feelings.
After a few more minutes of internal debate, I nod my head decisively. I have concluded that it is time to take what I want at last. I want and deserve to be happy. I know I will find that happiness with Matt. I excitedly sit up in bed and grab my phone to text him.
“I can’t sleep.”
I hit send before I can talk myself out of it. I’m both excited and anxious as I wait for his reply. A few minutes go by, and it starts to set in what I’m doing. He is still my boss, after all, and I begin to worry whether it was inappropriate of me to have sent him that message. My phone buzzes loudly in my hand. My heart skips a beat when I read his text.
“Can’t sleep either thinking of how you tasted when I licked my fingers.”
Emboldened by his words, and also turned on by them, I quickly reply, asking “Do you want more?”
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I send the message. A few minutes pass and instead of receiving anything back, I hear him knock on my door. My heart skips, and I get up and cross the room quickly.
I open the door and we stand there for a moment looking at each other. I can see him taking in every aspect of my appearance, from my bed head to my oversized sweatpants. He moves into the room, closing the door behind him.
Without a word, I watch as he places a condom on my nightstand in silence. He then turns to me and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
Our fingers eagerly tear off each other’s clothes. He leads me to the bed, but I abruptly stop kissing him. There’s something I need to tell him first.