Page 4 of Mostly My Girlfriend
“Jules!” He snapped his hips and shouted as he came. I felt the pulses of his come inside me and it triggered a small post-orgasmic sensation.
He let go of my leg and collapsed on top of me. I was pressed into the cushions with his mouth against my neck, my hands on his sweat-slicked back.
“I don’t know what difference you think another session is going to make,” I told him. “I already promised you I would come back.” Because I was weak.
“There’s nothing to come back to,” he muttered against my neck. “You don’t work for me anymore. Remember? Which means our only chance is to move forward without the company between us.”
“I don’t know if I want that,” I admitted. I didn’t know if I could trustforwardwith Ethan.
He slid out of me and lifted his weight onto his forearms on either side of my head. “I know. Because I fucked up. But the only way I can think to fix this is to keep talking. At the very least…if we can’t make this work…we’ll have some kind of closure. Promise me, Jules.”
As if I could refuse him. As if I had any strength at all to do that.
“Okay. I promise.”
