Page 62 of Our Little Cliche
Wait, do we sign like an NDA or something? He’s not saying anything.
Why isn’t he saying anything?
My breath struggles to form as the pads of his fingers brush under my shirt, resting in the divot of my spine. “I know.”
“How could you have possibly known that? I know I said I was transparent, but jeez,” I grumble, annoyed he’d somehow guessed my secret.
“Because…” He freezes, guilt and something else I couldn’t pinpoint is written all over his face. I tilt backwards to get a better glimpse but he looks away.
“Because?”
“I accidentally caught you.”
I try and think of a million things he could mean, coming up with nothing. “Caught me what?”
“When you took my book home to read, I came around later that night to see if you wanted to go and see the northern lights with me as awelcome to Banffexperience. But I didn’t expect to…” He stops to look right into my eyes before drawing them up to the ceiling and running his hands over his face. “You were… indecent. I’m so sorry.”
Oh.
Ishouldbe shocked to my core right now that I had a man I barely knew, let alone my own boss, popping a geez through my window while my fingers were occupied with my womanhood, while thinking ofhimdoing all those things to me, but I’m not.
“I wonder what page I was on,” I don’t hesitate saying it, seeing as I’m speaking what’s on my mind, what’s the point of holding back? He frowns at me like I’m some delusional idiot, and I’d have to agree with him.
“I just admitted that I caught you fucking yourself, and that’s what you come back with?”
“And I just admitted that I want you to fuck me in my sleep, what else could we possibly say that isn’t morbidly insane right now?”
Chills.
“You’re right this is insane. I thoughtIhad a dark side, guess I’m not the only one.” Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair and scratches in anI can’t believe this is happeningkind of way.
“Insanely hot and totally off limits?”
“Very hot. Very off limits. But oh so very mine,”
“Hmm, well even so, you can’t knoweverything.”
“I can. And I do. I knew you were touching yourself when I called to give you the job,”
Shit.
“Alright. You got me there.” I shrug, toying with my lip before admitting playfully. “But I bet you didn’t know it was over you,”
“I do now.”
Jesus this is incredibly hot.
“Speaking of you catching me while I…self cared.Are you who put firewood out the front of my house?”
“And inside,” he smirks and my mouth drops open, a gasp of air rushing in. “You ran out of wood to keep you warm at night, what’s a guy to do?”
“Well. Not break intosomesheila’s house for starters.” I smack his shoulder but he doesn’t flinch. Actually, hitting a concrete wall would ricochet more. “But then again, I’m not justsomegal as it turns out.”
“Not in the slightest. I don’t normally do things like this, just so you know. And for the record…” He brings his hands to my flesh once more. His thumbs going back to that pressure point in my hips, sending a shock wave of pleasure downstairs. “I didn’tseeeverything. I actually stopped looking.”
If I haven’t made it totally obvious by now, I couldn’t give two shits if you had stayed, watched, or joined in,I want to say but hold my tongue. I’ve said enough to send me to an asylum.
“Did you at least get to go home and finish too?”
