Page 98 of The Plus One Professional

“No.” I shook my head. “What about Simon?”

“I haven’t talked to him since he showed up. He’s been calling, texting, and sending flowers, but I haven’t spoken to him.”

“So, you’re single? You’re not seeing anyone?” I needed to make sure that in the month we hadn’t spoken, she hadn’t met someone.

“No. I mean, yes, I’m single. No, I’m not seeing anyone. What about you?”

“Nope.”

The energy shifted between us. The air crackled with tension. I wanted so badly to lean down and kiss her, but I needed to be sure that’s what she wanted.

“I’ve missed you.” I rasped.

“I missed you, too.” Her legs parted as she stared up at me with so much trust, so much affection, so much emotion. I had to believe that what I felt was not one-sided.

My hand slid down, my fingers trailing down her inner thigh until the tips of my fingers reached the apex of her legs and brushed lightly over her underwear.

Her eyes shot to where my hand was settled between her legs. “Did I strip out of my sweats?”

“Yep. That was your grand finale, right before you laid down on the couch and told me that I was going to be your pillow, then passed out.” I pressed my fingers along the seam of her sex through the cotton barrier. I could feel damp heat radiating through the material.

Her heavy lids shut as she exhaled. “I would be embarrassed, but with you touching me like that, I’m finding it hard to think or feel anything but…” Her nose twitched a second before her hand flew over her mouth. “Achoo.”

Hearing her sneeze was like music to my ears. I’d never thought something I’d always associated with allergies or a cold would make my dick hard, or even harder than it already was, but I was discovering a lot of things about myself with Bailey.

“I’m finding ithardto think, too.” My voice was deep and gruff as I rubbed the soft cotton covering her sex.

She shifted her head so she was looking at the erection that was tenting my sweats. She licked her lips, and my balls tingled with release. All she had to do was stare at my cock, and I was about to come.

When she started to reach for the waistband of my pants, I grabbed her hand. Her eyes lifted to mine.

“Take off your panties,” I instructed.

She never broke eye contact with me as she lowered her arms, lifted up her hips, and tugged her underwear down her legs. When they got to her feet, she flicked them onto the floor.

Her legs parted once more in silent invitation. I moved my hand back down the smooth skin of her inner thigh, knowing this time, when I reached the center, there would be no barrier between my touch and her sex. That knowledge had my dick swelling painfully.

With my other hand, I reached into my sweats and freed my throbbing erection from its cotton restraint. As my fingers reached her feminine folds, she lifted her arm and wrapped her hand around my shaft. My fingers slid down her sex, which was coated in her juices.

She shifted so she was face-to-face with my dick, standing at attention. I watched as her tongue slid from between her lips and pressed against my shaft, moving up and down. Seeing her lick me like an ice cream cone almost pushed me right over the edge. I hissed as my balls tightened up against my body. She must have liked it, too, because the next pass of my fingers over her sex was coated with her arousal.

Her tongue swirled around my tip as her hand stroked me. My fingers teased her clit, tracing circles around it, then dipping back down and massaging her slit all the way down to the base. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, and I knew that this mutual masturbation session needed to come to an end. Literally. But it wasn’t going to be me that finished first. Not like this.

With just a few flicks of the tip of my middle finger over her pleasure button, her body trembled as she let herself go. Her lips parted in a silent cry before they closed around my cock as her fingers tightened around my girth. She sucked on the side of my shaft as she went up and over the edge.

Watching her lose herself with me in her hand and mouth had me swelling with my unspent release. The erotic sight nearly got the better of me, but I was able to hold my orgasm at bay as hers began to taper off. Her limbs relaxed as she pressed open-mouth kisses up and down my cock. I traced lazy circles around her sensitive nub until she started to sit up so she could take me fully into her mouth. If she did that, it would be game over. I’d barely been able to control myself when she’d only been nibbling on me like corn on the cob.

In one smooth movement, I scooped one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees and stood up. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as I carried her in the direction I assumed the bedroom was. I passed a guest bath and headed for the room at the end of the hall.

When I walked inside, I looked around. A queen-sized bed was in the center of the room against the far wall, with small nightstands on each side. There was a desk with papers stacked on top of it beneath a window. On the opposite wall, there was a dresser and a wall of photos. This room felt like her safe space, and I felt honored to be in it.

I set her down on the bed and stripped off her shirt and then my own. As I pushed my sweats and boxers down my legs, she shimmied up the mattress until her head was lying on her pillows. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and quickly took care of the protection, then climbed onto the mattress between her legs.

“I missed you,” I whispered against her skin as I began kissing her on her stomach, then moving farther north. “I missed seeing you. Touching you. Kissing you.”

Her fingers speared through my hair as I worked my way up her neck. She flexed her hand, and her nails scratched my scalp, sending a zinging sensation straight to my groin.

“I missed you, too,” she breathed.

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