Page 74 of Only for Him
And what a cock it was.
My pussy quivers at the thought of how it might feel to have it inside of me.
I give Arata a weak smile. “Had an energy drink this morning. Not used to the jitters.”
“Oh yeah, that’ll do it.” Arata nods.
His penchant for caffeine might distract him. Maybe he wants to compare brands. Anything to keep his attention from my flushed throat and skewed collar and the single blouse button glistening just a hair too bright.Don’t look there, please don’t?—
He exhales, and buys the lie. “Well, I’m glad you found them. You were in here for a while and I got worried.”
“I wanted to spend some time with them.” I lie.
I wanted to spend some time withhim,my mind confesses as my heart drumsRoman-Roman-Romanwith every beat.
“Understandable. Will that be all?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good. We can head out when you’re ready.”
Now I can pretend that none of that just happened. That I wasn’t just in here with Roman. That I was alone even when there’s a whole man taking up space in my head.
Roman.
Arata looks up at the shelves and jots down something on his clipboard. I don’t care what he writes, as long as it’s not “Detective Cantiano and her stalker trading fluids between aisles D & E”
I snag a tiny glass evidence vial from a nearby cart as I follow Arata to the door. Quickly and discreetly, I pop the cap, scrape drying cum from my blouse button, and drop it into the vial.
Pearlescent streaks spiral inside like frosting.
Roman’s DNA.
Roman’s name.
Roman’s prints on Serena’s earrings.
A holy trinity of both evidence and power.
I snap the tube closed, and close my fingers around it. The glass bites cold against my overheated skin.
Why does victory taste like salt and sex?
Why am I already grieving the next time he touches me and walks away?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I wrench my focus back to the task at hand.Detective,remember?
One lab slip, one upload, and Roman becomes a file folder.
But first, I still want more. More of the answers only he can give me. More of his hands. More of the dark lust he awakens in me.
I might mourn the version of myself that only felt repulsed by what was happening, but right now? I’m hovering over my body, deliciously satisfied and turned on by my own cravings.
I’m going to let myself live in this space as long as I can.
“Arata,” I call out.
