Page 63 of Something to Someone

So erotic that I slowly pulled my thumb and then my cock free. Caroline groaned, and I dropped to my knees. Eye level with her swollen cunt, I ran a thumb over her each lip then spread her open.

“Push my cum out, pretty girl. Let me see it spilling out of you.”

Her cunt constricted then relaxed, and slowly my release dripped down toward her clit. But I didn’t let it get that far. I lapped up the cum seeping out of her and tongued her opening to capture as much as I could.

Fuck,we tasted so good together.

My legs shook as I stood, but I pushed through the weakness and reached for Caroline. Although she was limp and sated, she clambered off the couch and straightened in front of me. Her hair was rumpled, and her skin was flushed. She looked up at me through bleary eyes. A stray tear fell, and I tracked its progress down her cheek. It disappeared against her neck just above her collarbone.

The sight of that pretty little tear made me momentarily lose track of my intentions.

Fisting my hand in the back of her hair, I tilted her head back and eyed her lips. Like she knew exactly what I planned, and the cum I’d collected, her eyes sparkled.

“Are you going to share like a good boy?” she asked and opened her mouth, offering me her tongue.

Leaning over her, I dropped the mixture and proof of our pleasure onto her waiting tongue. She happily took every drop, and I bracketed my hand around her throat as she swallowed like she’d done to me earlier.

Then, because I couldn’t stand not to, I kissed her, running my tongue against hers and giving her another taste. She leaned against me and wrapped her arms around my stomach as I cupped her cheeks. She was tired and pliable and so fucking sweet.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, her nose then her forehead as she tucked her face into the curve of my neck. She took one deep breath, then another.

“I missed you, too,” she admitted in a quiet voice I barely heard in my silent apartment.

My heart beat a furious pace. In awe of her admission, I wanted to do anything but stand there. I wanted to lift her into my arms and make her repeat it over and over again until her voice was hoarse. I wanted her to keep going and admit that everything between us was already so far from casual that it was impossible to ignore.

I wanted her to admit that she was already mine, and I’d admit that I’d always been hers.

But none of that would happen. The realization was a punch to the gut if I’d ever felt one. I’d fucked her mercilessly and made her cry. That was how she’d come to confess one tiny feeling.

If that was what it took, I had to wonder what I’d have to do to make her admit the rest.

TWENTY-EIGHT

LILACS

Caroline

“Let’sdiscuss the Peterson wedding on Monday. They have some…interesting ideas that are going to require more brain power than I have on a Thursday afternoon after a long week.”

Addie smiled at me from across my desk and closed her laptop propped on her lap.

“Yeah, I reviewed their questionnaire. They want hot air balloons?” She tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear and stood.

I shook my head and saved the document I’d been taking notes on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up. I picked it up just to make sure it wasn’t work-related. It wasn’t.

Ryder: Whatcha doin’?

I typed out a response to Ryder while I explained to Addie that was exactly why I couldn’t handle it until the following week. I needed sleep and extra caffeine if I was going to discuss balloons filled with hot air flying through the sky. And all the safety requirements that go with them.

Me: Finishing up a meeting and hoping I don’t fall asleep at my desk.

“Caroline?” Addie prompted, and I jerked my head up.

“Yes? Sorry, I was?—”

“Smiling at your phone,” she said with a smile of her own. “You don’t have to give me any details, but it’s nice to see you so happy.”

My phone vibrated in my hand, likely with Ryder’s response, but I didn’t look down at it. I’d been caught once. I wasn’t going to have her find me smiling at my phone again.

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