Page 18 of Consorting with Romance

“Hey, Jess. All good to go?”

“Yepper.”

“Perfect." I nodded, "I’ll get ready.”

Things went smoothly that day and my concerns had beenunwarranted. When I touched my clients,I enjoyed the sexual acts, but that was all. There was no shivering, no racing heart. It was the same as it had always been.

At the end of the day Jesse wasreading a textbook, waiting for me when I came out.

“So, I was thinking,” he started,“I don’t want things getting complicated at work, and I really do still have to focus on school with most of my time so, what if things stay the same as they’ve been during the week, but I come out to your place Friday and Saturday nights after work and spend Sundays with you. Take things slow for now until we find arhythm that works for us?”

I was relieved.“That sounds perfect.”

His brow creased as he continued. “Can I ask you something though, just this one time and never again?”

I smiled gently into his beautiful eyes; I didn’t have to wait for the question.

“No one is what you are."

He smiled gently and reached up to trace his fingertips along my jaw. “I’ll never ask again.”

I stepped close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Just this once at work." I whispered as I let my lips brushover his. He trembled and whimpered quietly, his hand moving to cup my jaw as his warm lips played on mine. When we finally parted, we were both hard and panting.

The next couple of months were almost magical. Work was good, Jesse passed his end of semester exams, and God,the way it felt when we were together. He was kind to me; gentle and romantic. He never pushed me into anything sexual, and I found myself continuously avoiding the issue despite the way my body responded when we were together. It was so different at work, and I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to connect with him the way I should.

I was startled briefly as I stepped into the front room after showering. It didn’t matter how many times I’d walked in onthe sight; it always surprised me a bit.

Jesse was stretched out on the sofa, one leg bent, foot on the cushions as he focused intently on a large textbook. He wore soft cotton athletic shorts and a black tank top. An outfit I’d learned was his go to any time he wasn't out in public.

He seemed completely unaware of the fact he oozed sensuality and masculinity even simply reading a book. He glanced up with a distracted grin and shifted the book to one side as I made my way over to settle between his legs with my back against his chest.

For a few minutes he continued trying to study, but his lack of success became obvious as his cock slowly hardened against my low back. He gave up the pretense and set the book on the floor before turning his attention to my neck and shoulders.

My body trembled and goosebumps crawled across my skin whenhe brushed my hair to one side and began nibbling on my ear. Thetip of his tongue drewlazy circles along the top of my shoulder as his jaw pressed my head to the side to allow himself more access. I was hard,throbbing, and a visible wet spot was slowly spreading across the fabric of my linen pants. I shifted my weight back and he whimpered as his length slid along my back, pressed tightly between our bodies.

His hands ran the lengths of my arms as my fingertips dug into his thighs. I was lost in the heat of his body; the strength of his chest behind me, the gentleness of the arms that encircled me. There was nothing other than the sensation of his warm, wet tongue playing against my skin. God, I wanted him inside of me.

Fear rushed through me at the thought.

I straightened my head a bit and cleared my throat. The intensity of his touch fading as panic overwhelmed me. What would happen to moments like this if we slept together and it was no different than when I was with a client?

He slid his cheek gently along my shoulder and wrapped me in his arms. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of his breath and the feel of his heartbeat. He never pressed me although his constant desire was more than evident.

Eventually his lips began to play softly against my skin once again as he mumbled against my neck.

“Next weekend there is an end of semester party. It’s a semi-formal mixer for both professors and students. Will you come with me?”

I felt sick as I turned in his arms.

“Jess. My profession might be acceptedon paper, but people judge those of us who choose to engage in it harshly. There’s a reason I don’t have friends, and a reason I didn’t date.”

His eyebrows furrowed as his frown deepened. “You think I care what people think about your job?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not. But people will judge you for being romantically involved with me. It could hurt your career.”

His warm brown eyes were soft and hurt as he asked again. “Please?”

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