Page 47 of A Murderous Crow
She got off me, and I tucked myself back in, even as she sat beside me on the couch and pulled her dress down over her knees, hugging them to her.
“You good?” I inquired.
“What? Yeah! I’ve just… never done anything quite so… ah… public.”
“Public?” I looked around the sealed-off room, and she laughed a little uncomfortably and said, “I mean, there are other people around, in like the building… You know what? Never mind.” She covered her flaming face with her hands, and I chuckled.
“You’re not very experienced, are you?” I asked gently and sat down next to her.
She shook her head and looked up at me, mortified.
“Don’t worry… I think I like that about you,” I said. “You’re just full of surprises.”
“Thank you?” she murmured, and I could tell she was definitely at a loss for words.
“Come with me. We can do a little better on getting ourselves together and presentable in the bathrooms right next door before rejoining the others.” I held down a hand to her, and she took it, standing with a bit of a groan, reaching down to step her other ankle out of her panties, which had gotten hung up on her heel and had been swiftly abandoned.
Panties in one hand, my hand in the other, I unlocked the door and ducked my head outside.
“Coast is clear,” I said with a wink, and drew her out into the garage and over to one of the single-occupancy restroom doors. I dragged it open, glad the prospect had already been down here and guided her in.
“Be right next door,” I said and shut her in. I heard the lock latch and went over to take care of myself in the next one over.
Chapter Seventeen
Savannah…
What in the fuck was that?I thought to myself, leaning heavily against the door and taking in my relatively stunned and shattered appearance in the mirror above the sink.
My pussy still throbbed faintly with all the good feels, butholy shit– I had never been so…I didn’t even know what, as I’d been in that room just minutes ago.
I used the toilet and sat for several moments in a sort of post-sex haze of wonder at my wanton behavior.
I hadn’t been entirely comfortable blowing him, but if it was one thing I had had a lot of practice at? It was blowjobs. I’d only had one partner before Corbett, and that was back in high school, before college. And while we’dahem, sealed the deal before I’d gone off to college, it’d only been one or two times before the distance had been too much for him and he’d cheated. And… well… I’d been more than a little busy with getting my degree and building my little life here in Savannah to spend much time in the dating pool.
Plus, nowadays, guys weren’t interested in any kind of relationship, which bothered me. They just wanted sex. While Corbett Prescott was much the same in that regard, there was at least one thing I appreciated about him. He didn’t mince words, throw mixed signals, or lie about it. He had been very clear from the get-go on what he wanted and how he wanted it, and I could at least appreciate that.
I mean, the man, for all of his arrogance and pushy behavior, knew precisely how to set me off, and there was something… I didn’t know…comfortingto not have the burden put on me for everything all the time. His weird alpha maleness wasn’t degrading, even if it was demanding of me, and the payoff?
Well, let’s just say I have never been wetter or felt as free as I did under his control – which was weird, I know. I mean, wasn’t that weird?
I cleaned myself up as best I could in the small bathroom with what was at hand and donned my panties. I refreshed my makeup and finger-combed my hair into some semblance of less wildness and more professionalism. When I opened the door, Corbett was leaning against the wall beside it, scrolling on his phone through what looked like a group text exchange.
“Hey,” he said, giving me a once-over and smiling slightly. Butterflies took off in my stomach at the sight of that little smile, and never had I ever even thought about this man in that way before all of this.
“Hey,” I said and drew the word out on a sigh. I needed a minute. I needed some space. It was as though the world had tipped on its axis a bit, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
Overwhelmedwas a good word for it.
“I really hate to do this, but I’ve got to go,” I lied. “Work calls.”
I hoped he bought it. His whiskey-colored gaze roved my face and lingered with enough prolonged eye contact that it made me want to squirm, but I held perfectly still.
“I understand,” he said. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
I put on a bright smile and said, “Thanks!”
We struck out in the direction of the parking lot.
