Page 58 of The Seven Month Itch
She left.
Great.
It takes seconds to put on a pair of sweats and a shirt and reach the front door to grab my shoes.
“You’re gonna get it, princess,” I say in a huff.
I thought we were past the disappearing acts. Clearly, I was wrong. Justice goes into flight mode the second things get too hard or become uncomfortable, and her David Copperfield days are over.
With my key card and wallet in my pocket, a mint in my mouth, and an erection for all to see, I jog out of the room. Screw the elevator. The steps are faster.
It takes two knocks for Emma to open the door.
“Ready for round number four?” Looks like the gossip train beat me here.
“I need to talk to Justice.”
She nods and steps aside.
The glimpse I had of this suite before doesn’t scratch the surface. My spot is nice, but this place isnice. I thought about splurging but decided against it. If Justice and I had come here together, we would have had all this and more.
“Where is she?” I call over my shoulder.
“In her room, straight ahead. I suspect she’s in the shower.” I nod in thanks and make my way to the closed double doors. “I told her it was a bad idea to leave you. That she would have hell to pay for it.”
I stop and turn with a hand on the door. “You’re right about that. Also, sorry.”
She frowns. “For what?”
“For the sounds that are about to come out of this room.”
A grin spreads across her face. “No apologies needed. Go take care of our girl.”
The shower is on when I step into her bedroom. Justice is singing what sounds like Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together.” Her cheerful but off-key rendition gets louder with each step I take toward the bathroom.
The urge to burst through the door with an over-the-top serenade and fuck her senseless builds with every lyric. But she won’t get the pleasure, because she ran away from me.
Again.
I stand in the doorway and take in the showroom that is her bathroom. It’s the size of our first apartment after college and has a huge soaking tub in the middle. Damn, I should’ve upgraded.
My smile spreads at the private performance. This woman still has no idea I’m here. The soft lines of her curves appear in silhouette against a curtain of fog that does nothing to conceal her body. My eyes sweep up her wide hips and stall at the slopes of her breasts I’m desperate to put in my mouth.
Fuck. I want her. To touch, devour, and make come multiple times on my face and dick.
Her allure hypnotizes my senses with the sway of her hips until she throws in a random James Brown spin. I stifle a laugh at herheh!for good measure.
My dick begs for her to sing into my mic. Seven months is too long, and I refuse to spend another minute without her. I want to watch her like this all day, but we have unfinished business. I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed. “Nice to see you’re still alive.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice. “Jesus, Terrence!” The shower door opens, exposing her body from the neck up. “You scared me.”
“Makes two of us, princess. Why did you sneak out like that?” I walk to her, my eyes fixed on the soapy target with track star tendencies.
She goes quiet. “I…got scared. I needed to think without distractions.”
“Baby, there’s nothing to be scared of. Do you want this as much as I do?”
“Of course I do.” Her voice comes out in a whisper.
