Page 13 of The Silent Count
Every inch of me is lit up with burning desire for more of him, but there’s also a simultaneous punch to the gut, knowing he doesn’t feel the same. The need I feel for him will always be stronger for me than him because three and a half years of friendship have led up to this moment. He might have been watching me from afar for a while now, but a few stolen glances don’t compare to knowing you’re about to sleep with your best friend.
Almost like he can sense me retreating into myself, Fortune grips my waist and starts moving my hips against his erection again. He sets the pace, showing me exactly how he likes it. My brain stops processing my negative thoughts, and now I’m more than willing to give in.
To my surprise, Fortune leans forward again, and a tiny grumble breaks past my lips when he pulls away. “Get in the back seat.”
We separate and I wriggle through the front seats while he enters through the door. He shoots me a wry smile that makes my heart skip a beat as he wraps a hand around both my ankles and lifts them into the air. I can feel the cold air against my bare pussy as he shoves my panties to the side.
It all happens so fast that I hardly have time to process what’s happening.
“Lea, you’re soaked.”
Heat swirls in my abdomen as I wait for him to claim me. He teases me with a few wet kisses against the back of my thighs, and when he swipes his tongue through my arousal, a shiver rolls through me. When he finally pulls my clit between his lips, I suck in a breath while trying to keep my composure.
My hard nipples strain against the fabric, so I pull down the top of my dress, freeing them from my bra so I can tease them with my fingertips.
Fortune takes his time exploring me with his tongue and pleasure builds inside me, brick by brick. But when he slides two fingers inside and curls them upward, I don’t know how much more I can take before my orgasm storms through me.
It’s crazy how in tune he is with my body. Almost like he knows I’m about to come, he flutters his tongue against my clit, which sends me over the edge. I scream his name as I tremble around him, letting the waves of ecstasy roll through me.
There’s no time to catch my breath before he flips me over to put me on all fours. I hear him unzipping his jeans and tearing open a condom. Seconds later, Fortune rubs the head of his cock I over my clit, and I nearly fall apart for the second time tonight.
His fist bunches my hair as he lines up with my entrance. We both gasp as Fortune plunges into my core, consuming me just like he has since the first time we talked. He captured my attention from the first message, and even more so once we met in person for the first time.
Fortune begins to move inside me, the feeling of his hard body on top of me makes me squirm beneath him. He thrusts into me from behind with long, deep strokes. His body molds around me, reaching angles I never knew existed, and it sends me reeling. Open mouth kisses trail along my shoulder and Fortune’s hot, breathy moans in my ear drive me wild. I bounce back onto him, eagerly matching his strokes, knowing the coil in my belly is about to unravel.
“Lea, I’m going to come.”
With a cry of pleasure, I come undone, and he follows suit. The world spins around me as I catch my breath. Fortune doesn’t move right away. Instead, he lets the satisfied pulses seep through our veins before we crumble into a heap on the seat like a sweaty, panting mess.
It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
So good that I’ve completely forgotten how wrong it was supposed to be.
SIX
LEA
The rain outsidehas slowed to a near stop, but the fog on the windows is coming from the heat inside.
My head rests gently against Fortune’s chest, and my breath matches the natural rise and fall of his. Neither of us has said a word in what feels like hours, instead we opt to soak in our final few moments together.
I lift my head just enough to steal a glance at the clock on the dash. It’s a couple minutes shy from midnight, and I know we should call it quits and head home, considering both of us have to be back at work early tomorrow. I could invite him to come back to my place, but I don’t let one-night stands sleep over, and I’m not willing to make an exception to the rule now, no matter how much I might like him.
If this is just a one time thing in his eyes, there’s no sense in getting my feelings involved by bringing him home and going through the song and dance of breakfast and getting ready for work together.
Although, staying here and sleeping in his car seems like a better choice right now. I know that there are a handful of staff members who are early risers, and show up at the office somewhere around five a.m. though. We’re already cutting it close, the risk of someone seeing us is growing by the second. If we stayed here and went a few more rounds, he could wear yesterday's clothes to work without anyone noticing, but there's no way I can do the same. I close my eyes, reminiscing over the day, somewhat in disbelief of everything that transpired. If someone would’ve told me sixteen hours ago that I was going to have a heart to heart with Fortune, let him talk me into going to a party, and hook up with him all in the same day, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Somewhere inside my head, I know I should be remorseful for betraying my father, but I can’t find it in me to feel bad. I don’t regret tonight or being with Fortune. My only regret will be if we get caught, but I’m almost certain we’re at little risk of doing so. The PR manager side of my brain works in overdrive, running through the entire night at warp speed.
Our talk at the end of the workday was innocent enough, nothing that would appear abnormal on the security tapes.
Both car rides together were tame and friendly.
Sure, we’ll have to deal with the whole walking into the party situation tomorrow, but it’s nothing a simple explanation can’t fix. What are people going to do? Make something out of nothing because he offered me a ride?
Our parking lot chat was innocent… well until it wasn’t. Fortune's move from the front to the back seat was the only slip up I can think of that might be incriminating.
I gasp, lifting my head off his chest. “Oh my god. The tapes.”
