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Authors: Lisa Suzanne
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What’s not to want?”
I blushed ferociously.
He kept talking. “I want to take things slowly, too. I don’t want to fuck things up with you, because you’ve become too important to me to rush into anything. But believe me, it’s painful waiting for you.” He glanced down at the bulge in his pants and I stifled a grin.
I loved that he knew me well enough to understand me, and I loved that he felt the same way that I did.
“So, just to clarify, are you okay with the secret thing?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I don’t like the secret thing, but I will do whatever it takes to finally be with you.”
He gazed at me for a moment, and then he spoke. “Do you know that I don’t drink coffee? Or, at least, I didn’t before I started working at McMillan?”
My brows knit together as I looked at him in confusion. Why was he telling me this?
“I started drinking coffee because I knew you went to the kitchen every morning to get a cup. And going to the kitchen meant that I would have a moment with you, just you, to look at you, to talk with you, just to be with you. But I felt like an idiot going in there without a reason, so I started drinking coffee.”
I gaped at him, unable to believe that my fantasy was actually becoming a reality. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Seriously.”
“Well I used to stop at Starbucks every morning before work. But when you started at McMillan, I started drinking the free coffee in the kitchen because it gave me a chance to have a moment with you.”
He smiled, and I giggled. And then he laughed, a hearty, adorable laugh, and my giggling turned into a laugh, too, the kind of laugh that left my belly aching.
When we both calmed down, he said, “And now I’m fucking addicted to caffeine!” And that set us both off again, until tears were streaming down my face at the giddiness we were both feeling at finally admitting our feelings to one another.
Nick put in a movie awhile later, and we cuddled on his super comfortable sectional couch. I fell asleep in his arms, my head against his chest, his arms circled around me, about halfway through the movie. He must have fallen asleep, too, because he gently woke me at three in the morning with a question: “Do you want to stay the night or do you want to drive home? You could have a guest room if you aren’t comfortable staying with me.”
“I’d like to stay with you, if it is alright,” I shyly said.
He smiled and led me through the house and up the stairs to a massive master bedroom. His king size bed had a light blue and khaki comforter, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t really notice much else as I entered his room. The dim lighting added a romantic effect, though we were both too sleepy to act upon the romance. He flipped back the covers to reveal light khaki colored sheets and walked to his closet. “What do you like to sleep in?” he asked.
“A t-shirt, shorts, whatever,” I responded. He returned seconds later with a white t-shirt and boxer shorts, and then pointed to the bathroom door in his room where I could change. I returned a moment later to find him sprawled out on his bed on top of the covers, eyes closed, wearing only boxer shorts.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in his nearly naked body for the first time. His darkly tanned six pack abs stood out against the lightly colored sheets, and I could make out the sexy cut of his hipbone. It made my mouth water as I stared at it. His broad shoulders looked protective and strong. His body was perfectly toned. His black hair lay prominent against his pillow. He looked like a god lying there like that. Just flawless.
I stood staring for a moment before I worked up the courage to join him. He opened his eyes as I crossed the room to him, and he reached just above his head to turn off the light as I crawled into bed beside him. He gently guided me to him so that his arms were around me and I lay with my head on his chest. He lifted my head only momentarily to kiss
I blushed ferociously.
He kept talking. “I want to take things slowly, too. I don’t want to fuck things up with you, because you’ve become too important to me to rush into anything. But believe me, it’s painful waiting for you.” He glanced down at the bulge in his pants and I stifled a grin.
I loved that he knew me well enough to understand me, and I loved that he felt the same way that I did.
“So, just to clarify, are you okay with the secret thing?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I don’t like the secret thing, but I will do whatever it takes to finally be with you.”
He gazed at me for a moment, and then he spoke. “Do you know that I don’t drink coffee? Or, at least, I didn’t before I started working at McMillan?”
My brows knit together as I looked at him in confusion. Why was he telling me this?
“I started drinking coffee because I knew you went to the kitchen every morning to get a cup. And going to the kitchen meant that I would have a moment with you, just you, to look at you, to talk with you, just to be with you. But I felt like an idiot going in there without a reason, so I started drinking coffee.”
I gaped at him, unable to believe that my fantasy was actually becoming a reality. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Seriously.”
“Well I used to stop at Starbucks every morning before work. But when you started at McMillan, I started drinking the free coffee in the kitchen because it gave me a chance to have a moment with you.”
He smiled, and I giggled. And then he laughed, a hearty, adorable laugh, and my giggling turned into a laugh, too, the kind of laugh that left my belly aching.
When we both calmed down, he said, “And now I’m fucking addicted to caffeine!” And that set us both off again, until tears were streaming down my face at the giddiness we were both feeling at finally admitting our feelings to one another.
Nick put in a movie awhile later, and we cuddled on his super comfortable sectional couch. I fell asleep in his arms, my head against his chest, his arms circled around me, about halfway through the movie. He must have fallen asleep, too, because he gently woke me at three in the morning with a question: “Do you want to stay the night or do you want to drive home? You could have a guest room if you aren’t comfortable staying with me.”
“I’d like to stay with you, if it is alright,” I shyly said.
He smiled and led me through the house and up the stairs to a massive master bedroom. His king size bed had a light blue and khaki comforter, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t really notice much else as I entered his room. The dim lighting added a romantic effect, though we were both too sleepy to act upon the romance. He flipped back the covers to reveal light khaki colored sheets and walked to his closet. “What do you like to sleep in?” he asked.
“A t-shirt, shorts, whatever,” I responded. He returned seconds later with a white t-shirt and boxer shorts, and then pointed to the bathroom door in his room where I could change. I returned a moment later to find him sprawled out on his bed on top of the covers, eyes closed, wearing only boxer shorts.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in his nearly naked body for the first time. His darkly tanned six pack abs stood out against the lightly colored sheets, and I could make out the sexy cut of his hipbone. It made my mouth water as I stared at it. His broad shoulders looked protective and strong. His body was perfectly toned. His black hair lay prominent against his pillow. He looked like a god lying there like that. Just flawless.
I stood staring for a moment before I worked up the courage to join him. He opened his eyes as I crossed the room to him, and he reached just above his head to turn off the light as I crawled into bed beside him. He gently guided me to him so that his arms were around me and I lay with my head on his chest. He lifted my head only momentarily to kiss
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