Page 80 of Melted by a Man

But that never came.

Instead, a slow, small smile pulled on the corners of her lips, “…We could still do that.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” she blushed, and it killed me to see Jacqueline blush like that when she was sitting her bare arse on my bare thighs. Her warmth mere centimeters from where I was starting to harden underneath her, “I’ve never had an exciting sex life before you.”

I grinned, pride coursing through me, “Our sex life is exciting?”

“Obviously,” Jacqueline shifted against me, smirking at my hold tightening on her, “You’re the only one who matches my energy like this.”

I leaned forward to capture her lips, my hands on her waist dropping to cup her firm, tight ass, “I’m also the only one you feel comfortable orgasming with, don’t forget that.”

Instead of scoffing or shaking her head or getting embarrassed, Jacqueline nodded and traced my bottom lip with her tongue before saying, “Yeah. Just you, Leo.”

And damn if that wasn’t the best thing that I had ever heard Jacqueline say to me.

The conversation shifted then, and something about the next time we were joined was different. Jacqueline didn’t need me to grunt demands in her ear, instead, she hopped off the couch to grab another condom before crawling back into my lap. We didn’t speak beyond groans and whimpers of euphoria when I gripped her hips to guide her over me. When I grabbed the back of her neck to bring our lips together, seconds from unraveling, she wrapped her hand around my neck, too. Anchored against each other as we raced toward that edge, much faster than expected.

Soon we were both spent. Jacqueline’s head rested on my shoulder, struggling to catch her breath, as she whispered, “Thanks for letting me talk about that.”

I turned to kiss her shoulder, squeezing her tight against me as I murmured, “Of course,” against her skin.

I was starting to realize how this looked.

How our casual shags were slowly morphing into more.

It wasn’t me coming over to her flat for a quick fuck and some post-coital cuddling before I left anymore.

Instead, we were eating dinner together more often than not. We spent the evenings together beyond having sex. We spent quality time together, getting to know one another. Tonight just happened to include some trauma dumping, which I encouraged her to open up about.

I referred to Jacqueline earlier as my lover, and she didn’t question it, but part of me wondered if I wanted to ask for more.

Acknowledging how her last serious relationship ended (that also started at her workplace), I understood any potential hesitation about jumping into some type of commitment with me. Perhaps it was too early. We had only been doing this for a few weeks at this point.

I was in upper management.

She wasn’t.

Even though it never felt like it, on paper, unethical power dynamics lingered between us.

So instead I focused on what I did get with Jacqueline.

How I was still the only one to get this with Jacqueline.

How I was content to keep this secret between us a bit longer, for both her protection at work and also mine.

But mostly hers.

ChapterSixteen

JACQUELINE

Whywas he here?

Howwas he here?

Signe was off to the side, chatting with him about Ninja Turtles or something, blissfully unaware of the panic attack I was on the verge of having. Out ofallthe men in that stupid bar, I had to hook up with the one she and I were interviewing today.

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