Page 74 of I'm Yours

“Justin.”

Justin… why does that sound familiar? “Does Justin have a family?”

“Still single.”

“Sounds like he’d be a good father, though.”

“He will be. One day.”

“You have that in common with Emmy.”

“What’s that?”

“Getting people wrapped around your finger without even trying. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I was hooked. It wasn’t just your looks, though. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Still don’t. Do you even realize that?”

“Realize what?”

“How you affect me.”

“If it’s the same as how you affect me, then I’d say we’re both pretty hooked.”

“I don’t remember the last time I was this horny all the time.”

I laugh out loud. Only he would use the word horny like it’s everyday talk. “I admit, I feel that, too. Every time I’m around you, I kind of just want to lock you up and do all sorts of dirty things.”

“Yeah? If I was there right now, what kind of dirty things would you do to me?”

Phone sex? Is that what’s about to happen right now? I’m not opposed to it but… I wish he was here with me.

“I wish that, too.”

Oh. I guess I said that out loud. “Emmy asleep?”

“Yeah.” I hear a door slam and the sound of his pickup coming to life and I bite my lip. “See you in fifteen.”

It doesn’t take him fifteen minutes to get here. It takes ten. His eyes are dark and chest is heaving when I open my door and he advances inside, lifting me up with one arm under my butt while he slams the door behind him with the other, pressing me against it and kissing me while he fumbles with the deadbolt to make sure it’s locked.

Five seconds after that, neither of us are concerned with what the future holds or whatusmeans.

He said there are things he didn’t understand. But some of that I can’t explain. I take his hand in mine and he follows me down the hallway. I open the door and spin around once we’ve crossed the threshold. Wordlessly, I strip him down to just his boxers and press on his chest, encouraging him to sit down in the chair I have set up in the corner of my spare bedroom.

“I see you’re about to do some of those dirty things to me you were bragging about.” He places his hands behind his head, getting comfortable.

“You think so?”

“Mm hmm. Lucky me.”

I grin and move to my phone, turning on one of my playlists that I use when I’m practicing at home. I turn to face him and the second the sultry music hits his ears, his eyes flare with heat.

“Oh, fuck,” he mumbles, clearly loving what’s about to take place. He moves so his elbows are resting on his knees as I begin to strip for him.

I’ve never done this privately for a man I’m with and it’s a little nerve-wracking. With both hands, I wrap my fingers around the hem of my boat-neck sweatshirt and slowly slide it up my body and over my head. Letting it delicately drop from my fingertips, I shake out my hair and use my upper arms to press my breasts together to give them some extra cleavage. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, I turn slowly, arching my back so my ass sticks out and I slide the thin material over my butt, pausing halfway down to tease him a little.

I sway side to side as the music of Sting’s “Shape of my Heart” until my pants are all the way off, thankful I’m somehow able to get them over my feet without face-planting into the hardwood floor. I let them drop and rise up on my tiptoes as I walk toward Reed. Hips swaying, I don’t take my eyes off him with each step I take. When I’m a few feet away, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, holding the cups against my chest with my arms, I let the straps fall away until bit by bit I reveal my breasts to him. They’re heavy and swollen with need, the feeling amplified when the tip of his tongue snakes out and his teeth scrape across his bottom lip.

Kicking my bra away, I spin around and strut toward my pole, letting my hand leisurely glide down the smooth metal. I grip tightly and stay on my toes, tipping my head back so my hair swooshes behind me and hook one leg around it and spin slowly. I grip the metal tightly with both hands and jump up into a chopper, my legs spread wide then transition into a Gemini, pushing my hip against the pole and squeezing my right arm against the pole while I hook one leg around it, stretching the other straight out and releasing both arms, extending them behind me as well. I hear Reed suck in a breath when I shift into a flat line Scorpio position, changing which leg is hooked and straightening my body so it looks like I’m floating above the floor.

I close my eyes and allow myself to fall back into the world that changed my life.