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I repeat the process on her other thigh and I half expect her to yank at my hair. I don’t think I would have minded if she did. It’s weird to me that I’m in my thirties still learning new things about myself.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, Charlie.”
A frustrated, tense sigh leaves her lips and I know I won’t be able to let her stay in this state much longer. “I want your mouth on my pussy, now.” One of her hands reaches behind my head to tug me down to her.
I don’t resist and follow her down, finally putting pressure where she most needs it. Except I’m met with a bright red barrier. Another frustrated groan lets me know that it’s a barrier she forgot was there. I don’t let it stop me though. I lick and nip at her as if there were nothing between my mouth and her. From the way she starts grinding into me, she doesn’t mind all that much either. Once the red lace is good and soaked, I slip it to one side and ease a finger into her and she releases a sigh that sounds so relieved, I can’t resist adding another. They stroke inside her and she clenches around them, building closer and closer to the release she is begging for. It’s not until I place my tongue on her clit that she audibly approves of everything I’m doing as her hand tightens around the locks of hair, pulling me closer to her.
“Eli,” she sighs. “Fuck, that feels so good.” I lick and suck and take her, she thrusts and continues to tug at my hair—the tension of it feels far better than it should and if she had her hand in my pants right now, it would only take a few strokes to finish me off. But right now all I’m worried about is her and from the way her hips are thrusting faster and harder into my face, I’d say she’s about to crest over the wave she’s been riding.
“C’mon, honey,” I coax. “Come on my tongue.” I suck her clit and with a few more thrusts, I feel her tighten around my fingersand moan as her orgasm courses through her. I keep my mouth on her, thrusting my fingers as her hips start to slow down.
“Coffee deliv—oh my god.” Jacob’s voice comes from the door and quickly disappears into the hallway.
“THERE’S A LOCK FOR A REASON!” And of course, Sky is with him. Because getting caught by one person isn’t enough. Charlie’s back is to the door and her sweater is covering anything that could have been seen had it been normal sized.
I plant a firm kiss on her lips, my smile against hers before I step into the hallway to get our coffees.
Grabbing the to-go cups with both hands, I look at Sky and Jacob. “Thank you for the coffee. Much appreciated.” And quickly disappear back into the office space, making sure to lock the door behind me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHARLOTTE
After hours of working in the office—and one or twonotworking—Elias and I are finally headed to our first official date. Well, our first date this go around. The first second chance date? I don’t know what to call it, but whatever it is or isn’t, it doesn’t feel like a first date. I suppose it wouldn’t, considering where we have been before.
“You sure Ethan will be fine?” I ask again. The guilt of taking his dad away from him again so soon after him being absent for a whole weekend has been eating at me all day.
“Charlie, he loves being around his grandparents and the feeling is very much mutual. In fact, Isabelle has been begging that I bring him around more often during the weekdays. During school, she doesn’t get to see him as much and she loves to spoil him and help him with homework and anything else a grandparent usually does. And George loves his company too. They’d adopt him in a heartbeat if anything ever happened to me.”
He’s right and I should listen to him, but his words also don’t stop me from trying to think of ideas to include Ethan the next time. A realization hits me though and it feels like something I should have thought of before our date.
“Does he…what did you tell him about tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you tell him we were going on a date?”
He fidgets in the driver’s seat and adjusts his grip on the wheel. “I…wasn’t sure what to tell him. So, I said I had a business dinner.” He cringes as if he knows how horrible it sounds.
I laugh and he reacts by raising his eyebrows in confusion, looking between me and the road for a brief moment.
“What?” he asks, waiting for me to explain.
“I just think it’s funny that you think Ethan didn’t see right through that.”
He’s laughing now too and it’s warm and smooth. And I wish I could bathe in it. Sink down in its warmth until it completely envelops me.
“You’re probably right.”
“Do you think he will be okay with us dating?”
A long sigh escapes him. “Honestly, I’m not fully sure how he will feel about it. But what I am sure about is he does absolutely love you and I can only hope he will love having you around a little bit more. It just might be in a capacity he has to get used to seeing. But let’s make sure we keep the PDA on the down low around him until we know how he feels about it. Holding hands I think is fine, but I don’t want to be kissing in front of him or being too touchy feely until he feels okay.”
I squeeze his thigh to reassure him. “Eli, you don’t have to explain your reasoning for all of that. I understand. I don’t want to hurt him any more than you do, okay? I am one hundred percent on board with you.”
He takes one hand from the wheel to grab mine from his thigh and brings the back of it to his lips. “Thank you,” he says against it and doesn’t let go as he brings our hands back down to his lap, his thumb rubbing soft lines back and forth across my skin.
“It is weird though.”
