Page 88 of Not In The Contract
I slid two fingers into her clenching heat, my lips wrapped around her swollen clit, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves until broken sobs pierced the silence. I flicked my tongue over the swollen bud as she shook with her pleasure, my fingers drenched in it. I was too captivated to stop, too wrapped up in the harmony of her moans and shuddery breaths, too intent on wringing every last bit of bliss from her.
“Alex,” she moaned, her fingers winding into my hair hard enough to sting. “T-too much, wait-”
With one last indulgent lick, I pulled away, gently slipping my fingers out and sucking them clean.
“Oh my God.” She groaned, her chest rising and falling unsteadily. I straddled her hips and she immediately snapped her thighs together, her body twitching as she came down from the high.
“Are you okay, beautiful?” I asked, my hands reverent on her waist.
“I think I still see stars.”
29. Now What
Devon
Consciousnesstrickledthroughmydreams in stages, and I was aware of a few things all at once. One: the sheets my legs were tangled in were far too expensive to be mine. Two: I was very naked. Three: Alex wasn’t in the bed next to me.
I opened my eyes, squinting through the offensive amount of light peeking through the curtains, and looked around, trying to gather my bearings. The sheets were a crumpled mess beneath me and it took an embarrassing amount of time to extricate myself from where they were wrapped around my legs.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and frowned. It was only seven in the morning, and yet it seemed as if Alex had been gone for ages already. Sure enough, her side of the bed was cold. Cold enough that the warmth in my stomach evaporated and I wondered if maybe Alex regretted what we’d done.
My heart lurched. I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret any of it, and hadn’t thought Alex might. Memories of the way she’d spoken to me, the things she’d said with her head between my thighs sent waves of heat crashing into me. No, that wasn’t the case.
I swung my legs off the bed and shuffled to where my t-shirt still lay in a heap on the ground. I tugged it on, grateful for the sliver of comfort it brought me. Being naked in someone’s room was one thing. Waking up naked in someone’s room after they’d left was much, much worse. I’d only feel better once I talked it out with Alex.
I spotted a pair of house slippers near the door and slipped them on, saving my bare feet from the unforgiving ice of the tiled floors. I paused at the door, my hand hovering above the handle. The mouthwatering scent of freshly brewed coffee had climbed the stairs and wafted its way into the room. My stomach churned, but another set of realities slammed into me.
Morning breath. The stickiness between my legs. The bird nest in my hair. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth in thought, wondering if I could sneak into my room without Alex seeing me.
I shook my head.Stupid.
She’d have seen me in all my unconscious glory when she’d woken up. There was no point in pretending I woke up fresh as a daisy. Besides, the knot in my stomach tightened with every minute my hand hovered over the handle. With a calming breath, I opened the door and made my way downstairs, keenly aware of the silence in the house. None of the staff members were there yet, which meant Alex must have given them the weekend off. I beat the negative thoughts back with a metaphorical stick, trying to rein in my wobbly emotions enough to have a real conversation.
“I thought you’d sleep in.”
I suppressed a smile, trying to ignore the fact that Alex had obviously already showered. Meanwhile, I felt like an escaped sewer rat.
“I borrowed these,” I said, glancing down at the soft plush slippers on my feet. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Obviously not,” she said with an easy smile.
And that smile soothed the building tension in my chest. If I’d learned one thing in my time with Alex, it was that she hoarded her smiles and only handed them out when she really meant it.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling back at her. “Uh, how did you sleep?” I’d always sucked at small talk.
“I think we can talk about what happened last night.” Alex chuckled, sliding a fresh cup of coffee over to me.
I picked it up with a grateful groan and took a sip. “I think we should,” I echoed.
“You can sit down, first,” she said, pointing at the kitchen stool right next to her. “I don’t want this to be an uncomfortable conversation.”
I did as she suggested, my knees squeezed shut. I’d forgotten a staple in modern women’s clothing, my fucking underwear. The stool was icy beneath me but I clenched my jaw and tried my best to ignore the obvious drag of bare skin on leather.
“I don’t regret what happened last night,” Alex said, taking me by surprise. “And it’s not something I want to sweep under a rug and forget about.”
I swallowed the mouthful of coffee and nodded. “I agree,” I said. “I think I feel a little uneasy because even though we’ve talked about so many personal things, I don’t know what you want from me.”
Alex nodded and glanced away, deep in thought. After a moment of consideration, she looked back at me.
