Page 61 of Crying Shame
She lifted her chin and pressed a hand against my abs. “And I like that we’re enjoying each other. I found the outfit in the closet and decided I’d surprise you, hoping you enjoyed it.”
My heart raced. “Oh, I did. I do. I was distracted.”
She blinked and asked, “But I embarrassed you, and now you don’t want me anymore.”
“I don’t get how you came to that conclusion.” Heat rose in my face. I'd made a mess of everything. I couldn’t get enough of her. I brushed her thigh. “It’s the opposite. I fucked up this whole conversation. I only want you, and working with you all day without being able to touch you drove me wild.”
She took a sip of wine and leaned closer. “So you want to work naked?”
I laughed, knew she was distracting me from asking more questions, and cupped her backside. “I want to be inside you fully, all the time.”
“I want you too.”
Our lips met. I was ready for more.
She tasted better with every kiss. As we put down our glasses and kissed again, a thrill raced through me.
One thought overwhelmed me. I was in love with Clarissa. She made me feel alive, and I’d never get enough of her.
27
Clarissa
The evening was better than expected. It was amazing how free I was with Elon and how easy it was to show him how I felt without talking. I’d not had so much fun in a long, long time.
Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t afraid of him, though I still feared he’d grow tired of me, but today wasn’t that day.
And all I wanted was to feel like we were together. I got he was a trillionaire, and I was the servants' daughter. Our worlds didn't mix. Years ago, he’d thought he’d broken my heart. I’d taken it as proof we weren’t meant to be, but now…
I recognized Elon had always had trouble expressing himself. It was one of the sexiest things about him. We were a little alike in that way, and I’d recognized that. He'd always been so bottled up, and he needed me to help him.
I took a deep breath and listened to the sound of the howling wind outside. The floor was getting cold, so I sat up. “We should probably bring this party upstairs, lover boy.”
He jumped up. “With or without the wine?”
“Bring it. Maybe by morning, we’ll finish it.”
He cupped my ass. “Your room or mine?”
I giggled. “Yours. It’s a little more distant from Sam’s room in case we make noise.”
We made it to the stairs, and I took his hand. He kissed my cheek and whispered, “We can be quiet.”
Neither of us said a word as we made it to the landing and then past Sam’s room. Elon held his bedroom door open for me and closed it after he was inside the room.
I took a deep breath, placed my clothes on a chair, and gestured to the bathroom. “You can join me in the shower.”
I shook my hips a little more than usual as I strutted to the bathroom.
The tone of his voice went higher. “Shower?”
He came into the bathroom, and I flipped on the water and then turned toward him. Somehow even his dick had grown thicker and more mature just as he had in the years we were apart.
“I worked you hard downstairs," I said. "It’s time to ensure you’re clean.”
I stepped in and refused to dwell on the fact that I sounded like someone else entirely. I put my head under the water. He stood at the door, and I reached out to him. “You’re joining me?”
He walked inside, and I stepped back for him to enjoy the water.
