Page 117 of The Tape Job
“I couldn’t help myself,” he says, and I prop myself up, seeing his come over my pussy.
“That’s hot,” I say, my eyes glued to the scene. His come mixed with mine.
He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue eager and demanding. I give him what he wants.
“Just so you know, I really want to fuck you,” he says, pulling away from me. He goes into the bathroom. I hear the water running, then he returns with a washcloth. “I need to be honest with you. I’m just afraid. I’m terrified that if we’re having full on sex again, then I’ll get even more attached thanI am already, and then I’m opening myself up for a broken heart. I know we’ve been over it, but I can’t help how I feel, or how I felt. It’s stuck with me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” I clean myself up and toss the towel and the washcloth into my laundry basket.
“I’ll get over it, I’m sure.”
I straddle him after he lies on the bed next to me, still naked but completely absorbed by him.
“Marry me?” I ask. Not even sure where it came from.
“What?” his eyebrows do that thing they do as he looks right into my eyes.
“Marry me … I mean … I’m sick of all this. I never want to break your heart again, and I’ll spend every single moment of my life trying to make it up to you. I hate myself for it, Lee.”
“Love yourself, please. As much as I do.” He leans in and kisses me, wrapping his arms around my back and running circles over my skin. I fling my arms around his neck, and he moves my body in slightly closer. I can feel his dick between us. Hard again. “Just know that I appreciate you asking, and it’s not a no—”
“But it’s not a yes either?”
“It’s a ‘park it’ for now.”
It’s nothing less than I deserve. I know I haven’t been a good person—I’ve been a shit person, really. But he lifts my hips up and sinks me down onto him. And that feeling, which I felt like I’d forgotten about, comes flooding back and everything else disappears. I feel full and satisfied and loved and everything else. I throw my head back as he moves my hips on him, gently rocking me as he kisses my breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth. This isn’t the hard fucking that we love so much, where I’m letting him take control. He’s making love to me like we’re in a Hallmark movie, and I love it. The rhythm builds, and it’s like we didn’t just climax moments before because I’m panting his name as I come undone at the same time as he does.
Whatever label we haven’t put on this doesn’t matter because there’s only one thing in the world that we could ever be. Us. Together.
Chapter 30
Liam
“We’re all done guys,” Vicky says, moving away from her camera. She’s set up a camera on a tripod, facing a white screen that’s been erected in the conference room. We’ve been recording a few candid takes of ‘Ask Us Anything’—questions which fans have sent in.
“Coach wants us in the media room in fifteen minutes,” Johnny says, gathering his stuff. “We need to go over some plays, and I think he’s delivering some news.”
We chat amongst ourselves for a minute, but I’m struggling to concentrate. Vicky is busying herself with something on her computer, and she looks hot. Hotter than usual. Either that or I’m horny. She’s got this white blouse on and a grey pencil skirt that hugs her hips and ass. I want to know what colour panties she’s wearing.
The guys file out, and I follow Danny, leaving the room empty bar Vicky. As soon as the guys congregate at the coffeemachine towards the end of the corridor, next to the media room, I excuse myself to use the bathroom.
I don’t really need the bathroom, but it’s an excuse I’m happy to use since what I have planned won’t take long. I slip back into the boardroom. Vicky’s standing at the whiteboard now, her handwriting looping across the surface as she moves the marker. She halts when she notices me.
Making sure the door is closed, I close the blinds, causing the room to dim slightly. I’m behind her in a few short movements. I sweep the hair away from her left shoulder and place my head directly next to hers. She smells familiar; back to her original shampoo and that, mixed with the Chanel, is a fucking treat.
“What colour panties are you wearing?” I whisper, pushing myself into her.
She trembles slightly, turns her head so her lips are level with my neck and murmurs, “Why do you want to know?”
“I’ve been thinking about them all afternoon. I wanna know.”
“Does it matter?”
I spin her around and push her against the whiteboard and her marker drops to the floor.
“Someone could come in, Lee.” The tone of her voice doesn’t match her words.
“Yeah, they could.” I pull at her skirt, hitching it up around her waist.
