Page 15 of Shared Spaces

Specifically, Gwen talking about other men.

I know, we aren’t a couple. If anything, I’m her—boss?

She’s technically my employee.

That sounds fucking horrible.

That changes nothing about the fact that I don’t want her with anyone else. Wouldn’t she know that?

My body stills. Something just doesn’t feel right.

Removing my hand from between her legs, I pull her dress back down and slowly cover her back up. I stand to zip my pants back up, and quietly make my way to the bathroom.

Why the fuck am I so heated about a hypothetical situation?

Surely she’s not fucking someone else. She doesn’t really go anywhere.

We’re close enough that she would tell me something like this, right?

I told her already, I don’t like secrets.

Then again, I haven’t exactly been honest with her either.

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Gwen

Iwas awake the entire time.

I felt everything.

From the moment he grazed his fingers up my leg, I woke up but didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to find out just how far he would go. I needed to know.

In normal circumstances his actions would be crossing a massive boundary.

Only it wasn’t. I wanted him to keep going. I know he felt how wet I was before he even started rubbing my clit.

Why the fuck did he stop though?

Between hearing his pants unzip, followed by the sounds of him stroking himself and releasing a few subtle moans, I was left aching for more.

I hoped it would be the one time he would try something else. Without the toys.

Just him.

All of him.

Mila even says we have chemistry. We got to know each other quite quickly, but something always feels missing.

He speaks so highly of me and has paid for literally everything I’ve needed. I can’t help but feel like there’s something else between us, and I’m not so sure bringing it up would do any good.

I’m so awkward when it comes to anything serious. Sarcasm is a way of life for me; a coping mechanism if you will. It makes me feel like I can handle anything that comes my way.

But not this.

I slowly get up from the couch and wander to my room, leaving the door open a little just in case Jay wants to come in and finish where he left off.

Maybe I should just talk to him about it tomorrow?

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