Page 31 of My Promise To Keep

I wrapped my legs around his back and felt the weight of his dick against me. He rolled his hips, sliding his length against my wet pussy and driving me crazy.

‘Quit teasing,’ I whined, and he chuckled.

‘Oh, you want more?’ His voice was playful but as needy as mine.

‘I want it all.’

At my words, Leo pulled back to look into my eyes. I gave him a small, shy smile, and he pushed inside me slowly, never breaking the eye contact that said more than words ever could.

He reached one hand up to take mine from his neck, kissing my palm before holding it to the mattress above my head, then repeating the action with the other hand. This was different. This wasn’t raw need and passion. This was so much more. Icouldn’t bring myself to think of the words, but I knew this crossed a line I would never come back from.

As he kissed me and drove deep into my body over and over, I felt the build — felt the spread of pleasure heating my skin and forcing gasps and moans from my mouth.

‘Fuck, Zoe.’ He groaned as he pressed his forehead to mine.

‘Leo, please, I’m…’ I didn’t finish the sentence as he angled his hips and brought my orgasm crashing over me in intense waves. I called out, screamed his name, and was barely on the same plain as he thrust and emptied into my body.

I shook and sighed as aftershocks of ecstasy rolled through me.

‘Zo.’

I opened my eyes and found him looking down at me, uncertainty in his eyes. I reached my hand up to his neck and guided him back to my mouth.

I wasn’t running this time.

‘Hey, munch.’

I smiled as he answered my call. It had been three weeks since the most amazing night with him. We hadn’t discussed anything about what had happened, and I was glad about that. I needed time to process it, consider what was next, accept the fact that the guilt wasn’t there this time — accept the fact that I was falling for a man who didn’t do serious, and I would have to find a way to be okay with that.

‘Hey.’

We had been talking a lot, but it was just like old times, laughing about stupid stuff, catching up about Bowie, Doug, Bree, and his time in Seattle.

‘How was your day today?’

I smiled. I loved the way he always asked me that.

‘It was good, busy, but good. Yours?’

‘Yeah, same. They asked me to stay.’

The sinking feeling came fast and hard.

‘Stay in Seattle?’

‘Yeah, my guest slot has been pretty popular. I have the backache to prove it.’ He laughed, and I forced myself to do the same.

‘So, are you going to. Stay, I mean?’

‘Um, no. I don’t think so. I love it up here, but I have my shop. It would only be three months, but…’

He didn’t say anymore, and I knew he was waiting for me to say more, but what would I say? If he came home, what would that be for? Casual sex with me every now and again in between my dating other men and him hooking up with other women? That wasn’t enough. I couldn’t do that to him.

‘You should think about it, really. It’s a great opportunity.’

I heard his long exhale, ‘Yeah, I’ll think about it.’

‘I should let you get some sleep, rest your back.’

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