Chapter 24

Jesus fucking Christ on a motherfucking cracker. The blood pounding in my ears is echoed by the painful throbbing of my cock as I stalk down the hallway to my bedroom. I need to get away from her. Away from her sweet, addictive scent. Her supple body that responds to me like we’ve known each other forever. And definitely far away from her juicy, hot-as-hell cunt.

Why the hell did I do that? A quick finger-fuck would have gotten the job done much more efficiently, and I wouldn’t have her scent and taste all over me. I glance down at my shirt, stained wet with her cum. Literally all over me.

I need a shower. An ice-cold two-hour-long shower.

Five minutes later, my cock is still harder than steel despite the cool water running over me. She’s everywhere, invading every one of my senses. Her moans and desperate whimpers ring in my ears. All I can see is her incredible body spread open for me. I feel her under my skin. Smell her every time I take a breath. Taste her when my tongue brushes the roof of my mouth. She might as well have climbed inside me and taken up residence in my body.

I bang my fist on the tiled wall and mutter all the curse words I can think of. But it’s no use, I can’t shake her from my skin. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing tight until my eyes roll back and I feel some relief. If I leave this shower in the same state I walked into it, I can’t be sure I won’t go bang down Mel’s door and fuck her where she stands. But I promised her one orgasm with no expectations and no strings attached, and that’s exactly what I delivered.

I pump my cock, groaning as heat coils at the base of my spine. I try to think of anything but her, but there’s nothing else in my head. My previous highlight reel has vanished. And I realize it’s been absent for the past six weeks. Ever since I laid eyes on her, which I guess is a good thing. I am a married fucking man, after all. And those faceless women before her meant nothing to me. So I press my forehead against the cool tile and think of my wife. I imagine how good it will feel when I finally sink my cock inside her tight, wet cunt. How she’ll scream my fucking name all over this goddamn penthouse. How I’ll make her come so hard she’ll forget any asshole ever put his hands on her before me.

I tug harder, and beads of precum weep from the slit of my crown. Mel is mine. All fucking mine. And I’ll be fucked if I wait six months for the baby-making deal to kick in before I fuck her. She’ll be lucky if she gets six more days before I claim her. With that thought, my climax washes over me like a tsunami, knocking the breath from my lungs. I rock onto the balls of my feet, my head spinning violently as endorphins flood my system and warm ribbons of cum streak over my knuckles.

I look down at the mess on my hand and wish my wife was in here with me to clean it up.

Taking a sip of coffee, I stare out the window. Anything to avoid looking at the kitchen counter where I made her come last night. Not just come. She fucking squirted. All fucking over me. I bite down on my lip and stifle a groan because the memory is making my cock hard again, and I only just calmed him down. I haven’t jerked off so much in the shower since I was a teenager.

“That was an asshole move you pulled last night.”

Her voice startles me, and I spin around to face her. “What?”

She folds her arms across her chest. “You know what, Nathan.”

I frown at her. “I really fucking don’t.”

She snorts. “Seriously. You …” Her cheeks flush pink. “You did that thing, and then you just walked away without so much as a goodnight.”

I guess I did leave her alone with a puddle of her cum to clean up. But if I hadn’t, I would’ve fucked her right there on the counter and then she’d be way more pissed at me than she is right now. “I fulfilled our agreement.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “You made me feel used and cheap.”

Fuck. I sigh and shake my head. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

Her expression hardens as she steps closer, squaring up to me. “So what was your intention? Why did you run out of here like the place was on fire?”

Sure to god she fucking knows why. “You’re a smart woman, Mel. I’m sure you can figure that out.”

She blinks at me, confusion pinching her brow. “I d-don’t …”

I should walk out of here before this conversation gets any more awkward and I end up admitting that I jerked off with the taste of her in my mouth and the scent of her in my nose. And how I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. But dammit, this woman has me in some sort of chokehold. I close the distance between us but resist the urge to lift her onto the counter again and slide a part of myself inside her. Instead, I brush the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I think you do.”

She opens and closes her mouth, her frown deepening. “Well, I thought …” She shakes her head, and the scent of her coconut shampoo fills my nostrils. My mouth waters to taste her again. “But no. You’re not that much of a jackass to leave me like that to make me feel bad. At least you never have been before.”

Her cheeks grow redder, and I cup her jaw in my hand. “So if I’m not a jackass, then why? Come on, smart girl, why else would I have needed to get the hell away from you last night?”

She stares into my eyes like she’s trying to read my mind, and her pupils blow wide. “To um … stop yourself from going any further?” she whispers.

“Bingo.”

Her body leans closer to mine, and I instinctively edge forward too, as though we have some magnetic pull drawing us together. “B-but why didn’t you want to …”

I search her face. “Because I promised you no expectations. To have fucked you afterward, when you were on an orgasm high, would have been the exact opposite. Besides, I don’t have any condoms here, and I know you want to wait to start trying.”

She shakes her head. “I mean, I did. I do. Until we get to know each other. But I didn’t think you’d want to wait that long to … That’s why I’m on the pill.”

My cock twitches. “You’re on the pill?”

She nods. “I should have told you. I’m sorry. I assumed … But I thought we’d be … and I just thought it would be easier than condoms.” Her throat thickens as she swallows, and she looks down at the floor. “God, this is so awkward.”

Cupping her chin, I tilt her head back up so I can look at her. “We haven’t been great at communication, have we?”

She bites on her lip again. “No.”

“How about we change that and be honest with each other about what we want from now on?”

“I’d like that,” she says, her voice a sultry purr that makes my dick twitch again.

I close the distance between us until my chest is pressed against hers. An image of her hard nipples pressed against my skin makes me sway on my feet. “I’m sorry I made you feel cheap.”

Her breath catches, and the blush on her cheeks races down her neck. I want to chase it with my tongue. I dip my head, dusting my lips over her forehead and inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet scent of her skin. The memory of her taste and the way she moaned my goddamn name slams into me. I want to taste her right now. I want to fuck her where she stands. I want to claim every single part of her.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I curse under my breath. I have a meeting that can’t wait. I suppress a groan and step back from her, not missing the hurt look in her eyes when I do.

“We’ll talk later,” I tell her, resisting my desire to kiss her pink lips as she blinks up at me.

Reluctantly, I leave her standing alone in the kitchen.