Page 69 of Damaged

There’s no one in sight, and we stand in the dark. James lost his pants and shirt. We both stand dripping and naked. His cock has already softened from the cold water, and it hangs heavy and limp.

We’re both breathless, and now the breeze has gone from chilly to bone cold as it blasts my wet bare skin.

“I lost my phone,” James says and looks back down at the rocky cove filling with water.

I’m glad I left mine in my bedroom, but I don’t say anything about that. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I have another. Let’s get you dried off.”

“What about you?” I say.

“My teeth aren’t chattering.”

“Oh. Right.”

He puts his arm around my shoulders, and we walk towards the beach chairs where we had been this morning. He grabs two towels that have been placed and folded on the chairs and wraps me in both. He starts to dry me off.

“Come on.” He nods his head towards the house.

I follow him closely. James doesn’t even bother to put on clothes. I smile as his dick swings side to side as he walks.

I guess this is his house after all. He’d rather I have both towels and be warm than care if someone sees him in the buff.

Besides, if there was a definition of a man having nothing to hide, it’s James Callaway. Abs like razor sharp trapezoids. Cock most of the size of my forearm. If I were watching from the house, it would look like Adonis came out of the sea.

We don’t pass anyone on our way inside, although I have a feeling his armed patrols see us from the dark, and he guides meall the way upstairs, taking a blanket from over the back of the couch to wrap around his waist.

We go into my bedroom, and I drop both towels and give him a sly grin. I want to pick up where we left off. But even I know it was a mistake.

There was something about the dark and the seashore that was anonymous. Spontaneous.

This feels somewhat wrong. Like now, under the bright lights, I see that I’m the horny assistant about to have sex with her boss.

But it wasn’t just lust down there by the water. There was something more. Something that is gone now.

I stand completely naked, staring up at James. My big eyes begging. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Or if he’ll hurt me. I want him to fuck me. But now that those green eyes search mine, I can tell he’s having similar thoughts of doubt.

There’s no denying it. His expression is a mirror of my thoughts—the spell of what we did out by the water has been broken. Now he’d be making more of a conscious decision to take me.

I see guilt darken his face. He looks down and away from me. “We should both get some sleep, snowflake. It’s been a wild few days.”

“Right,” I say while my heart plummets. I suddenly feel so vulnerable that I bend over and scoop up the towels. I hold them in front of myself, hiding my nakedness awkwardly. “I’m sorry,” I add.

He puts his hand gently on the side of my cheek, and up goes my heart again. The Callaway rollercoaster.

He looks into my eyes like he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t move any closer.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. Our relationship should be kept…” James trails off.

“Professional?”

He hesitates, like that’s a hard label to choose when we’ve both had each other’s privates in our mouths. “Yeah.” He lowers his hand off my cheek, and we look at each other in silence. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”

“Yeah. See you for breakfast.”

He turns to go. I wish I could say there was something comical about the blanket wrapped around his waist. About our strange nakedness. But my heart feels broken.

“I’ll leave the door open,” I blurt out. My cheeks burn. I didn’t even think. I just spoke.

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