Page 61 of Over Us, Over You

COREY: TODAY

(Present Day)

San Francisco, California

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WE’RE DEFINITELY GOINGto get caught.

“Hayley?” I gripped her hips as she sat on my lap and kissed me with wild abandon. “Hayley?”

She didn’t answer. She just murmured as the massive screen behind her played a film neither of us had any intent on watching. I’d rented a private movie theater outside of the city for the day, with hopes that we could do something other than taking advantage of each other’s mouths whenever we met, but she’d moved into my lap the second the lights dimmed.

It’d only been three weeks since Jonathan came to my place for dinner—three weeks after agreeing to be discreet as possible, and although I had my careless moments, Hayley was recklessly tap-dancing all over the line.

She came down to my office every four hours “just to say hello” (Translation: “Kiss me hard and slip your fingers under my dress, against my pussy”). She insisted on visiting my midday mock-presentations (She couldn’t understand coding or systems development to save her life). And she walked across campus every day to join me for lunch—even if the upper-level executives (the ones who worked with her goddamn brother) were present.

She hadn’t moved out of my house yet, but her things were packed and ready to go for this weekend. And I wasn’t going to admit it, but I was going to miss seeing her in my kitchen every night and talking about absolutely nothing as she baked sweets for no reason.

“Hayley, wait.” I finally managed to pull her away. “Did you remember to put in a request to be off today?”

“No.” She blushed and shook her head. “I forgot, again.”

Jesus...“Hayley, us being together means you have to cover your tracks. I can’t take you on real dates until you do that.”

“Well, stop keeping me up at night with your conversations and maybe then I’ll remember things.”

“You’re the one who gets up and bakes, Hayley.” I kissed her forehead. “Not me.”

“True.” She smiled. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Anything.”

“How many women have you been with?”

What?I raised my eyebrow. “Where is that coming from?”

“The dinner we had with Jonathan,” she said, looking serious all of a sudden. “The tons of women you had to choose from. And I’ve heard rumors about you around the office before, too.”

“The rumors are probably exaggerated,” I said, caressing her back. “But I’ve slept with a lot of women, Hayley. Unfortunately. I’m not proud of it.”

“Hmmm.” She nodded. “There’s so many that you haven’t kept count?”

“I stopped counting.”

“I see,” she said. “But none of those women meant anything to you?”

“Not a single one.” I brushed a few stray hairs off her forehead. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious as to why you still won’t sleep with me, someone who supposedly does mean something to you.”

“It’s not supposedly.” I kissed her lips. “You do, and you always have.”

“But because you’re subconsciously thinking about us getting caught all the time, you don’t want to sleep with me until you think we’re in the clear?”

I held back a laugh. “Are you being serious right now?”

She nodded.

“Hayley, the only reason I haven’t slept with you yet is because of timing. Three weeks ago, you worked overtime every day and came home tired as hell, so I made a conscious choice not to turn the massages I was giving you into fucking. Two weeks ago, I was working overtime, and I had team members in and out of the house during the evening hours. And this week, you’re on your goddamn period.”

Her face turned bright red. “Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.” I pressed my lips against hers again. “Can we go back to not watching this movie now? I think it’s almost over.”

“Are we going home once it ends?”

“No.” I bit her lip. “We have every theater in this complex to ourselves today, so we’re going to not watch another one until we’re done with them all.”

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