I’d give her a week. It was the end of the month, so she was bound to look at her bills soon. One glance would show her that most of them had been paid in full.
If she didn’t come to me by the following Sunday, I’d contact her. It was hard to predict how she’d react, and I didn’t want to be the cause of greater issues coming between us.
The night passed and I returned home in the early morning hours. I rarely stayed until the club closed, preferring to keep more regular hours, but I’d found myself working later to keep myself distracted.
Just the sight of my bed would bring back the memories of the one night I’d had with Cadence, and it was growing harder to contain my impatience. I hadn’t been interested in any other woman since I met her, and no matter how many times I tried to relieve myself, it didn’t work.
I wanted her. Only her.
I sighed as I laid back in the bed, ignoring my aching cock. Though the sheets had been changed and washed, I still imagined her scent surrounding me. She haunted me, and I needed the real woman back in my bed.
Turning over, I closed my eyes and thought of the kisses I’d stolen. Her response had been clear. No matter the words that came from those pretty lips, she wanted me just as badly, and I only had to give her a bit more time and encouragement to see that she’d never be able to stay away.