Page 32 of Touch My Shelves

I’ve never been fucked to within an inch of my life before and I’m sorry, but my brain isn’t firing on all points. I feel like I should say something. But what? Good job! Way to go! How about that sex? Your clit location was stimulating. Oh, my gosh, now I’m just being weird.

I felt so empowered only moments ago to be so insecure now. Since we fell onto the bed, I can’t just reach down and pull the covers to my chin with any finesse. All I can do is cover my non-flat stomach with my hand and pull my arms close to my ribs to keep my breasts perky-ish.

I jump when he says, “I’ll be right back.”

I bite my lip to keep from verbally praising his ass as he confidently, in all his glory, walks to what I assume is the en suite to take care of the condom. I wait a few moments before I decide. Okay, leaving it is. I quickly roll over and stumble to my feet. I have one leg in my panties and hopping around on the other leg when he steps out of the bathroom and barks, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I finish pulling my panties up and grab my shirt. “Dressing, so I can leave.”

TheVbetween his eyes deepens into a frown. “Well, take them off. You aren’t leaving.”

I open and close my mouth before going with, “I’m not?”

He takes the shirt from my hands and tosses it back to the floor. “No, you’re not.”

He pauses with his thumbs in the sides of my panties and looks me in the eyes. “Wait, do you want to leave?”

I look away from his penetrating blue eyes. “Well, no. I just didn’t know what the correct protocol is for what…you know, we did. Three times. And you are my boss.”

He scrubs his hand through his messy brown hair and sighs. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

He sits on the side of the bed and I join him. My gaze goes right to the appendage between his legs that’s still semi-hard as he sits there without a bit of modesty or insecurity. I try to channel his positive body image by sitting straighter to lessen the number of stomach rolls. I also can’t stop my arms from crossing to shelf my breasts.

He turns and asks, “Do you regret what we did?”

Regret? How could I regret what he made me feel? Discovering how incredible sex can be. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever been with before. But regret?

“No,” I answer him honestly. I don’t regret the awakening to what could be. I regret it’s over. “One and done, right?”

He leans over and picks up a strand of my hair, and rubs it between his fingers. “It doesn’t have to be.”

In a move that couldn’t have been choreographed better, he pushes me down to the bed with his body and then climbs over me as I backwards scoot until we lie on the bed. He’s above me with his hardening cock resting between my legs, pressing on my clit. I’m in awe of his stamina and the pulsing between my legs tells me I’m ready for more.

“I’m attracted to you, Poppy. You’re here until I meet my deadline and we go back to California. Why can’t you stay, here in my bed, until we leave?”

I hear what he’s offering, but it’s not as easy as he makes it sound. There’s Freeya to consider for one thing and that’s not even the scary thing. “I…”

“We’ll have to be discreet, but we are living under the same roof. Once Freeya is in bed, there’s no reason we can’t be with each other. If we both want the same thing. Then when we leave, we go back to our lives on opposite sides of the country. Lines have already been blurred, why not take advantage of the chemistry between us while we can?”

Why not? Because he’s already ruined me for any other man. Because I can’t turn off my fee.... Because getting in deeper with these two will only make it harder on me when they leave. I may never be able to get over them.

I stare up into his eyes. “Someone could get hurt.”

That someone will be me.

He kisses my cheek, my chin, my neck, and my thighs tighten against the shuddering reaction from his kisses.

He nuzzles the skin beneath my ear and whispers, “Not if we go into it with our eyes open. I won’t hurt you, Poppy. Tell me this isn’t working for you. Tell me you don’t want more of this. Of us.”

I can’t tell him that because I do. But at what cost? Halfheartedly, I consider doing the smart thing. He’s my boss. He’s going to leave. He’s going to hurt me. I run my fingers through the strands of hair on the back of his neck. My time with him is limited.

He rolls to the side and his fingers travel down my body and sink between my thighs. I moan and widen my legs, silently begging for more touches. It would be so easy to lose myself in him and that’s what worries me.

“Come on, Poppy, give us this time together. I’ll make it good for you.”

My back arches as he places an open-mouthed kiss over my nipple and sucks. “Yes. Okay, fine.”

His fingers sink inside and I grind against his palm. As soon as he has the green light, I’m being flipped onto my stomach with my butt in the air, and he’s rolling on a condom and taking me from behind. “Oh, my God! You’re going to kill me.”

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