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body,
anywhere on my body. Everywhere on my body.
We both came together in a sea of quiet—in a sea of
romance. We looked each other in the eyes, and I felt myself falling into the
chaos, the distortion of an orgasm. I grabbed his back and placed my nails into
it, feeling his dick inside me, bringing such passion into me. I called out
only once as we held each other close, deep into the night, our bodies falling
in fits of pleasure.
And then, all at once, it was over; it was done. I
fell back onto the pillows, and he tucked his arms around me, holding me close
to his warm body. I kissed his cheek, and he kissed my shoulder tenderly. I
longed to ask him, as our eyes met there on the pillowcase, what he was
thinking about, what he wanted with a silly girl like me. But there were no
real words between us; there couldn’t be anything else. We had crammed all the
fun, all the sex, all the adventure into a single day. For that, I was truly
happy—even if tomorrow I was somebody else to him, somebody who didn’t deserve
him.
CHAPTER
TEN
I woke up the next morning in his arms. Unlike
previous times, I didn’t yearn to leave his arms; I didn’t yearn to leave his
apartment, to rush back to mine. Instead, I tucked myself closer to him,
feeling the way his breath felt against my cheek. Hot. Almost child-like. Innocent. I longed for this moment of sleeping in to go on
forever. I wanted him to be mine.
I couldn’t believe I had slept with him again. All
those errors he had made; all those mistakes. He had destroyed my life, my very
being, for a dumb bookstore. He was a millionaire, and he was literally
stepping on the weak—me—in order to get ahead. And yet, something about him was
different than the typical evil millionaire persona. Something about him seemed
good. I leaned toward him and kissed his nose quietly, not wanting to wake him.
I eased myself from the bed, thinking that we should
have a pleasant morning together. I felt my head throbbing a bit from the
whiskey and all those martinis. I called the front desk and ordered a
breakfast, mimosas, and—of course—aspirin. I sat at the edge of the bed,
watching him sleep, as I pictured the kitchen staff rushing around, attempting
to put together eggs, bacon, sausages, pastries , whatever
the millionaire on the top floor wanted. I tried to soak up this feeling,
because I knew this was the only time I would ever feel so certain, so happy
about something. I was positive all of this would blow up in my face again,
even if everything had been flowing so easily.
The elevator doors opened, even as Drew slept on. I
placed my finger to my lips as I walked toward the men carrying plates, forks, and
pastries. I smiled, helping them to arrange some of it on a breakfast in bed
tray. I watched them scurry back in the elevator before pouring Drew a cup of
coffee and placed it on the tray along with some eggs, sausage, and fruit. I
held it in my hand as I walked toward the bed, watching as the sun traced a
line over Drew’s beautiful complexion.
“Hey. Baby?” I called to
him quietly. I set the tray down lightly and rubbed at his back. I touched his
hair lightly, calling to him. Asking him to come back to me. “Drew?” I whispered.
His eyelids fluttered, bringing him back. I sighed,
leaning down to kiss him. I rubbed his chest, feeling his heart beat rev in his
chest.
“Something smells delicious,” he murmured, looking
around him with wide eyes. “What is that?”
I reached for the breakfast tray and stationed it in
front of him. His eyes met mine with appreciation, with amazement. “You always
know what I need.” He reached toward the coffee and drank it slowly, inhaling
and exhaling the home-like aroma. “I had a great time last night.”
I thought of him poised over me, making real love to
me. My body shivered, wanting him to touch me again. But in the light of the
morning, I wasn’t sure it was possible; I wasn’t sure if it should happen.
After all; every
anywhere on my body. Everywhere on my body.
We both came together in a sea of quiet—in a sea of
romance. We looked each other in the eyes, and I felt myself falling into the
chaos, the distortion of an orgasm. I grabbed his back and placed my nails into
it, feeling his dick inside me, bringing such passion into me. I called out
only once as we held each other close, deep into the night, our bodies falling
in fits of pleasure.
And then, all at once, it was over; it was done. I
fell back onto the pillows, and he tucked his arms around me, holding me close
to his warm body. I kissed his cheek, and he kissed my shoulder tenderly. I
longed to ask him, as our eyes met there on the pillowcase, what he was
thinking about, what he wanted with a silly girl like me. But there were no
real words between us; there couldn’t be anything else. We had crammed all the
fun, all the sex, all the adventure into a single day. For that, I was truly
happy—even if tomorrow I was somebody else to him, somebody who didn’t deserve
him.
CHAPTER
TEN
I woke up the next morning in his arms. Unlike
previous times, I didn’t yearn to leave his arms; I didn’t yearn to leave his
apartment, to rush back to mine. Instead, I tucked myself closer to him,
feeling the way his breath felt against my cheek. Hot. Almost child-like. Innocent. I longed for this moment of sleeping in to go on
forever. I wanted him to be mine.
I couldn’t believe I had slept with him again. All
those errors he had made; all those mistakes. He had destroyed my life, my very
being, for a dumb bookstore. He was a millionaire, and he was literally
stepping on the weak—me—in order to get ahead. And yet, something about him was
different than the typical evil millionaire persona. Something about him seemed
good. I leaned toward him and kissed his nose quietly, not wanting to wake him.
I eased myself from the bed, thinking that we should
have a pleasant morning together. I felt my head throbbing a bit from the
whiskey and all those martinis. I called the front desk and ordered a
breakfast, mimosas, and—of course—aspirin. I sat at the edge of the bed,
watching him sleep, as I pictured the kitchen staff rushing around, attempting
to put together eggs, bacon, sausages, pastries , whatever
the millionaire on the top floor wanted. I tried to soak up this feeling,
because I knew this was the only time I would ever feel so certain, so happy
about something. I was positive all of this would blow up in my face again,
even if everything had been flowing so easily.
The elevator doors opened, even as Drew slept on. I
placed my finger to my lips as I walked toward the men carrying plates, forks, and
pastries. I smiled, helping them to arrange some of it on a breakfast in bed
tray. I watched them scurry back in the elevator before pouring Drew a cup of
coffee and placed it on the tray along with some eggs, sausage, and fruit. I
held it in my hand as I walked toward the bed, watching as the sun traced a
line over Drew’s beautiful complexion.
“Hey. Baby?” I called to
him quietly. I set the tray down lightly and rubbed at his back. I touched his
hair lightly, calling to him. Asking him to come back to me. “Drew?” I whispered.
His eyelids fluttered, bringing him back. I sighed,
leaning down to kiss him. I rubbed his chest, feeling his heart beat rev in his
chest.
“Something smells delicious,” he murmured, looking
around him with wide eyes. “What is that?”
I reached for the breakfast tray and stationed it in
front of him. His eyes met mine with appreciation, with amazement. “You always
know what I need.” He reached toward the coffee and drank it slowly, inhaling
and exhaling the home-like aroma. “I had a great time last night.”
I thought of him poised over me, making real love to
me. My body shivered, wanting him to touch me again. But in the light of the
morning, I wasn’t sure it was possible; I wasn’t sure if it should happen.
After all; every
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