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She hums—a shaky, content sound that makes me press a kiss to the back of her neck without thinking.
“More than good,” she whispers, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Was it too much?” I ask, because I need to know. Need to make sure the hunger in me didn’t push her too far.
Her hand finds mine, fingers threading through like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “No,” she breathes, turning her head just enough for me to see her eyes—soft, hazy. “It was… everything.”
Fuck. That does something to me I can’t explain—something deep and dangerous that’s got nothing to do with lust.
I pull out slowly, hating the loss of her heat, even as I grab a towel from the chair to clean us up. She lets me, quiet and pliant, eyes tracking my every move like I’m something worth watching.
She hops up to pee, muttering something about not wanting to get a UTI.
When I climb back into bed, she doesn’t hesitate—just curls into me like she belongs there, her cheek warm against my chest, her breath steadying mine.
“That was…” She trails off, searching for the words.
“Yeah,” I murmur, pressing a kiss into her hair. My arm wraps around her, holding her close. Grounding us both.
We lie there in a silence that’s not really silence—just the hum of her breath, the thud of my heart, the lingering echo of everything we just did.
Then, softly: “Arden offered me a full-time job today.”
I blink, pulling back just enough to see her face. “Yeah?”
“Operations Manager. A hundred thousand to start.”
A grin tugs at my mouth despite the exhaustion in my bones. “That’s incredible, darl. You’re going to take it, right?”
“I want to,” she admits, chewing on her bottom lip. “But if I do this—if I take the job, and we… whatever this is—it complicates things.”
“Only if we let it,” I say without missing a beat.
Her laugh is soft, a little disbelieving. “We just had sex an hour after I texted you to come over. We’re not exactly nailing the whole ‘professional’ thing.”
I chuckle, rolling us so she’s on her back and I’m propped on an elbow beside her. “You want to take it slow? Fine. We’ll play nice at work.” My mouth curves into a wicked grin. “But don’t expect me not to tease you. Not after this.”
“Jake—”
“What?” I interrupt, leaning in to brush a kiss over her jaw—slow, tender this time. “I’ll be professional, darl. But every time you look at me, you’re going to remember how I had my hand around your pretty throat while your tight pussy took my cock—that sweet pussy that’s filled with my cum.”
Her breath stutters, and my grin turns downright sinful. “You’ve just given me a challenge, Stella. And I do love a good challenge.”
CHAPTER NINE
STELLA
“I can’t believe you actually texted him to come over,” Megan laughs, curled up on my couch with a glass of red and a grin so smug she deserves to be slapped. Lovingly, of course.
“And I can’t believe you’re pretending to be shocked,” Emily calls from the kitchen, wrist-deep in my snack cupboard. “You’ve been telling her to jump his bones since the day she started the job.”
It’s Wednesday night, and somehow I’ve been bullied into hosting girls’ night. Megan brought the wine, Emily brought enough chocolate to trigger a sugar coma, and I—unwittingly—brought the drama.
I sink deeper into the couch and try not to look as flustered as I feel, which is near impossible considering I’ve spent the entire day with the ghost of Jake’s cock between my legs and his voice echoing in my head like a filthy soundtrack.
“So,” Megan presses, swirling her wine. “Details. How was it?”
“I’m not giving you details about my sex life.”
