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tonight with Thomas, she knew him better. She liked the stories he told.
But Thomas and her…it was crazy. The awareness she felt when he was just feet away from her was like an abyss of the unknown grabbing and pulling her forward.
She knew people considered her elegant, yet, despite her efforts, she didn’t feel all that elegant. She accepted long ago that she was different from her parents. She had to accept it at an early age. Wen even accepted that she had darker skin than them, accepted that her hair and eyes would always be different. That wasn’t what bothered her. The love her parents gave her was enough to allow her to do anything she wanted.
What held her back, was all the lies that Greg told her. The lies of love and commitment. To find him screwing the waiter at their rehearsal dinner. Yeah, that was enough to send her flying back to California from New York that very night. Greg had done that to her.
Wen lived with her parents for eight months before moving to her current place. Five months of sulking, two months of pulling herself together, and after that, it was about getting back out there. She’d even indulged in the short term, physical relationship. Friends with benefits, a couple of one-night stands here and there. However, when Thomas helped her move in, all her desire for sex turned to dreams of him.
Was it wrong to have one-night stands? Maybe, but what was a girl to do when you find the guy you supposedly love giving it to another man against the wall? Her eyes burned with that memory. Heck, it also explained why Greg loved to dominate. She didn’t hold that dominance against all men, but it was Greg that showed her the power of words in bed.
Fucker.
She should not be thinking about Greg as she slipped into Thomas’s bed, curling herself on her side laying her head against his bare chest.
She didn’t even realize she said his name aloud.
* * *
“Wen, who is Greg?”
Damn .
“What?” she responded back, not looking at him from her position on his chest. “Greg?”
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“What?” she nearly shouted. “You think I am some two-bit slut that has a boyfriend and goes out with her neighbor for the hell of it? Oh my God, Thomas, seriously?”
* * *
“Take it easy there, killer.” Thomas laughed as he pulled Wen back down against his body. He didn’t expect the feel of her there against his naked chest, in his bed, to feel this good.
“I’m sorry, Wen. I didn’t mean it like that.” He knew he hurt her, but what the hell was he supposed to think when she blurts out ‘Greg’, and nothing else? Just Greg. If that was her boyfriend, then he was going to back off. If not, then yes, he was planning on making his move, because her eyes held massive warning flags that he was not going to be able to penetrate again.
“Right.”
He heard the sarcasm in her voice. Deciding to make his move, he then turned the front of his body against hers, placing both arms on each of hers. He pinned her in place for a much-needed conversation.
“Thomas,” Wen growled.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“What are you doing?”
Thomas knew what she was asking, but he was too consumed with the feel of her next to him. “Greg?”
“Ex,” she whispered.
Awe, she was getting excited. He could hear it in the hitches of her breath.
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
With the yes just off her lips, Thomas took the moment to kiss her. She smelled like cinnamon. Taking a chance, he moved one hand to her breast. He massaged it in small, slow sensual strokes, while his other hand kept him up and from falling on the floor from want and need.
“Wen, please say yes,” he groaned out, as his hand left her breast and traveled down the path to her shorts.
“What happens if I say no?”
“I will tell you that you are full of shit and your wants and needs are rising by the second. However, if that is what you truly want, I will stop right now, turn over,
But Thomas and her…it was crazy. The awareness she felt when he was just feet away from her was like an abyss of the unknown grabbing and pulling her forward.
She knew people considered her elegant, yet, despite her efforts, she didn’t feel all that elegant. She accepted long ago that she was different from her parents. She had to accept it at an early age. Wen even accepted that she had darker skin than them, accepted that her hair and eyes would always be different. That wasn’t what bothered her. The love her parents gave her was enough to allow her to do anything she wanted.
What held her back, was all the lies that Greg told her. The lies of love and commitment. To find him screwing the waiter at their rehearsal dinner. Yeah, that was enough to send her flying back to California from New York that very night. Greg had done that to her.
Wen lived with her parents for eight months before moving to her current place. Five months of sulking, two months of pulling herself together, and after that, it was about getting back out there. She’d even indulged in the short term, physical relationship. Friends with benefits, a couple of one-night stands here and there. However, when Thomas helped her move in, all her desire for sex turned to dreams of him.
Was it wrong to have one-night stands? Maybe, but what was a girl to do when you find the guy you supposedly love giving it to another man against the wall? Her eyes burned with that memory. Heck, it also explained why Greg loved to dominate. She didn’t hold that dominance against all men, but it was Greg that showed her the power of words in bed.
Fucker.
She should not be thinking about Greg as she slipped into Thomas’s bed, curling herself on her side laying her head against his bare chest.
She didn’t even realize she said his name aloud.
* * *
“Wen, who is Greg?”
Damn .
“What?” she responded back, not looking at him from her position on his chest. “Greg?”
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“What?” she nearly shouted. “You think I am some two-bit slut that has a boyfriend and goes out with her neighbor for the hell of it? Oh my God, Thomas, seriously?”
* * *
“Take it easy there, killer.” Thomas laughed as he pulled Wen back down against his body. He didn’t expect the feel of her there against his naked chest, in his bed, to feel this good.
“I’m sorry, Wen. I didn’t mean it like that.” He knew he hurt her, but what the hell was he supposed to think when she blurts out ‘Greg’, and nothing else? Just Greg. If that was her boyfriend, then he was going to back off. If not, then yes, he was planning on making his move, because her eyes held massive warning flags that he was not going to be able to penetrate again.
“Right.”
He heard the sarcasm in her voice. Deciding to make his move, he then turned the front of his body against hers, placing both arms on each of hers. He pinned her in place for a much-needed conversation.
“Thomas,” Wen growled.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“What are you doing?”
Thomas knew what she was asking, but he was too consumed with the feel of her next to him. “Greg?”
“Ex,” she whispered.
Awe, she was getting excited. He could hear it in the hitches of her breath.
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
With the yes just off her lips, Thomas took the moment to kiss her. She smelled like cinnamon. Taking a chance, he moved one hand to her breast. He massaged it in small, slow sensual strokes, while his other hand kept him up and from falling on the floor from want and need.
“Wen, please say yes,” he groaned out, as his hand left her breast and traveled down the path to her shorts.
“What happens if I say no?”
“I will tell you that you are full of shit and your wants and needs are rising by the second. However, if that is what you truly want, I will stop right now, turn over,
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