Page 18 of Finding Haven
Becca turns to me, her eyebrows pinched together as she silently mouths “boyfriend?”
I shrug my shoulders and take the bag from the woman. “Did he—” How do I even phrase this? I can’t exactly ask her what the man’s name was, unless I want her to look at me like I’m some kind of crazy person who doesn’t know her own boyfriend’s name. “Did he happen to leave a note or anything?” I ask, trying to keep the confusion out of my voice.
“I’m sorry, but no,” she says with a soft smile.
Even without her confirmation, there isn’t a single doubt in my mind that this was somehow NoMerZ’s doing. I don’t know how he foundout where I was, but the idea of him lurking in the shadows somewhere nearby sends a thrill through my body.
14
Zack
Idon’tknowwhyI thought for a single fucking second that exposure therapy was going to eradicate Quinn from my mind. As if seeing her more would somehow make me want her less.
When she told me that she planned on spending the day finding the perfect set of lace to wear for me, I knew I would spend the day meticulously checking my phone, waiting for any kind of message or notification from her. What I didn’t expect was for her to send me photographic proof while she was out shopping. I also didn’t anticipate the insane desire I had to call the boutique and make sure that whatever she chose to buy was paid for. I don’t want her to spend her hard-earned money on me. Besides, she’s only out shopping today because I requested that she wear something meant for my eyes only.
It was all too easy to use the photo she teased me with to track down the lingerie boutique, and the woman I spoke to on the phone was more than happy to take my credit card information to ensure that Quinn’s purchase was covered. I had to lie and say that I was her boyfriend, but with any luck, it won’t be a lie for long. I can only hope that Quinn will be pleasantly surprised when she finds out that I’m the man she’s been talking to on Frisk. I don’t know how to explain the coincidence ofour chance encounter at the Elysian bar and then stumbling upon her camsite shortly after.
If I wasn’t so intrigued by this woman who seems to radiate pure sunshine, I would have ended my subscription and distanced myself immediately. But I’m being pulled into her orbit the more we speak. There’s something about her that betrays her radiant exterior, and the demons living inside of me are clawing at my skin with the desperate desire to discover what shadows she has lurking beneath her bright surface.
Now, as time ticks by and my scheduled session with her draws near, I find myself growing increasingly agitated by the confines of my office. The comfort usually provided by the isolation is suddenly causing my skin to crawl. My suit and tie feel suffocatingly tight.
With a growl of frustration, I shove back from my desk and stand, raking my hands through my gel-slicked hair, willing my body to calm the fuck down. I have at least another hour before I can call it a night, an hour that needs to be spent gathering as much information for Ace as I can before he moves to exterminate his target. I don’t have time to spare on frivolous thoughts and fantasies of a woman who may never be mine.
But,fuck, my craving for her only seems to be growing, and I’m not sure how much longer I can fight it.
I don’t think Iwantto fight it.
By the time I’m finally able to call it a night, my skin is damn near crawling with the incessant need to see her. It takes me a few minutes to shut all of my computers down, ensuring the firewalls and safety measures are all running as they should, before I lock up my office and head for the employee parking structure. The short drive drags on as I hitevery red light, but the tension gripping my body eases a fraction when I step inside the comfort of my home.
As desperate as I am to swipe open the app and see if Quinn might already be on, I need to wash away the grime of the day first. I spent the entire day hunched over my desk, digging through criminal files and gathering information, but the things I saw today are enough to make me feel like every inch of my body is coated in a thick layer of filth.
I’ve wrestled with my brain all day, trying to force thoughts of Quinn from my mind. Standing in the shower with hot water pouring over me and rolling down my back, I finally allow my mind to indulge. I can’t wait to see what she picked out for me. The woman at the boutique offered to send over a digital receipt of Quinn’s purchase, but I declined. I don’t care how much of my money she spent, and I want to be surprised by whatever she chose.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off my body and wrap the towel around my waist, my cock already straining with anticipation. I make quick work of brushing my teeth, shaving away the five o’clock shadow of stubble, and running a comb through my hair in an effort to control the soft curls springing to life in the humidity of the bathroom.
Our agreed upon time for the private session is quickly approaching, and I spend the last few minutes throwing on a pair of boxer briefs and gray jogger pants before sliding into bed with my phone. A thin layer of cold sweat begins to coat my palms and bead along the base of my spine as I swipe open the app, pressing the button for my inbox. My chat window with SugarQueen appears, and my fingers drum against the side of my phone while I contemplate what to say. My heart’s thundering my chest, each beat more powerfulthan the last.
I don’t want her to feel like I’m pushing her to do this with me if she isn’t ready, but I won’t lie and say I don’t want it. That I don’tneedit. Especially after last time. I won’t ever be upset with her for something she has no control over, but tonight I’m fucking desperate for the release.
Good evening, Sugar.
She responds seconds later. It makes me wonder if she has been looking forward to this as much as I have. But considering I’m paying for her time, she probably has, though not for the same reasons.
SugarQueen:
Hey there, Z. Are you ready for me?
Am I ready for her?
I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for anything or anyone in my entire life. It’s been so long since I’ve found any kind of connection with someone
When you are, Sugar.
Her mask-covered face fills my screen a moment later. My breath catches in my throat, and my lungs seize while I try to remember how to make them fill with air. Her lace mask is a dark shade of pink, and I would be willing to bet it’s the same color as whatever lingerie she has chosen for my viewing pleasure. I told her to pick something she would enjoy wearing as much as she would enjoy having me rip it from her body, and my cock is throbbing with the need to see all of her.
“Are you gonna be shy, Z? Or are you gonna let me see you?” Her voice is a low, teasing seduction that filters from my phone’s speaker. The sound has me fighting back a groan as I reach down and palm my erectionthrough my pants. I have every intention of letting her see me. It’s part of why I bothered to shower first. She deserves every ounce of respect I can give her, even if it means merely making myself presentable for her. The irony that I got cleaned up to getdirtywith her isn’t lost on me.
I shove another pillow behind my back, shifting my position until I’m lounging back comfortably. Tapping the video icon, I bend a leg and plant my foot on the mattress, resting my arm on my knee. I keep the camera angled downward, my body only visible from the chest down.
