Page 54 of Pretty Please Me
I roll my eyes at my thought, dismissing the idea immediately. What would someone so experienced with women want with someone like me?
I pull on my sleep top and push my jeans down. The phone in my pocket buzzing hard on the tile. I pick it up and see the unread message. Only it’s not from Trent.
Sam
I hope you’re being a good girl tonight and remembering all the rules?
I smile as butterflies swarm in my belly and heat pricks across my fair skin as if every mark he left behind is its own heat source. I type out a quick response and then put my phone in my overnight bag.
Yes, sir.
TWENTY-ONE
Sam
I stare at the calendar on my phone screen as my heart skips a beat, panic brewing just below the surface. I’ve only got one more week before Maggie and I head to Florida, and then she’ll no longer be mine.
It feels like a punch to the gut thinking about her wrapped in another man’s arms, but she was never really mine to begin with. I don’t know where I’m getting off believing she ever was. I pull open the drawer of my side table and pull out the contract. The paper’s worn with little creases, having been studied so much. I stare at our rules and the end date highlighted in bright yellow before letting my eyes skim down to our signatures.
Time’s passing too fast. I haven’t even gotten a chance to have sex with her yet, and every new day feels like a giant clock ticking away, reminding me that our time is running out. I drop the contract on the bed beside me and shove my hands in my hair. What am I doing?
After our date on the roof, I lay awake all night, completely panicking. I fucking marked her like she was my own. I couldn’t stop myself. Watching Maggie come apart like that, really owning her sexuality and letting me explore her in ways no one ever has… Fuck, it was like a drug to my ego. My infatuation with her lessons is starting to cross the line. Hell, I don’t even know where the line is anymore. All I know is I can’t stop thinking about her. Every minute of every day, I’m consumed with thoughts of her laugh, how she smiles so big when she really laughs at something, those goddamn freckles that drive me crazy, and her authenticity in everything she does. I could spend a lifetime trying to be good enough and wouldn’t even come close to deserving her.
So, naturally, I had to call in a favor, so we could both have some space.
I reached out to a contact, a friend of a friend who scouts for reality TV for the Discovery Channel, and it just so happened they were filming a new survival show in Costa Rica. They jumped at the chance to have Jack, aka Wombat Willy as he’s known on his YouTube channel, film a special guest appearance as a judge for one of the competitions. The offer was so perfect that he couldn’t say no. He was calling looking for help before we were even finished with breakfast.
Of course, I was persuasive and offered to look after Gwen myself, which led him to remember Maggie was currently available to Gwen-sit. Everything fell into place after that. Maggie’s been staying with Gwen and Elliot–having much-needed girl time, so I don’t even feel guilty–and I’ve been wallowing, wrestling to gain back some control.
I glance at the clock. She’ll be home any minute now, and I need to put on a good face. I don’t want to lead her on, so I’ve got to figure out how to fulfill my duties without letting on that I’m struggling to keep our friendship at the forefront.
I press my hands to my mouth in prayer, not exactly sure who I’m praying to. I just know I need help. I know it may hurt like hell, but I have to protect her, even if it’s from myself. I hear the front door open and close, followed by her sweet voice. “Sam! I’m home. Are you here?”
My heart tightens in my chest, and I take a long breath readying myself. I shove the contract in my side table drawer and pull on a t-shirt. “Yeah, I’ll be right there!” I call as I make my way into the living room to greet her.
I bump into her in the hallway as she rolls her suitcase to her bedroom. She throws her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. Her hair smells like peaches and vanilla, and my fingers linger on her hips when she pulls away. “How have you been?” she says as she rubs her hands up and down my back. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. I know it’s only been four days, but I missed you.” Her eyes sparkle when she smiles, and I feel like I’ve been electrocuted. Sparks sizzle in my stomach, an annoying reminder of our chemistry.
I force a pained smile and pull away, taking her suitcase and storing it in her bedroom. “I’ve just been busy with work, getting ready for our trip. You haven’t missed much. I’ve been home late every night this week.” I push my hand through my hair and lead her into the living room, where I click on the TV, turning onNew Girl. It’s one of her favorite shows, and I have to admit that after she told me, I find myself watching it even when she’s not around. It’s quirky, funny, and light, perfect for playing in the background.
She curls into the sofa opposite me and pulls her long hair off her neck to one side, absentmindedly braiding it as she listens. I catch sight of a faded hickey on her neck, and my mouth waters as blood rushes to my cock. My mind flashes back to her back arching beneath me as I tasted every inch of her skin, marking her as my own as she writhed beneath me, begging for more.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, trying to regain control of my body’s response. “Are you okay?” Maggie asks, leaning into me and placing her hand on my thigh.
Fuck. That’s not helping.
“Do you have a headache? Want me to grab you some medicine?” Her innocent words tease me like a feather bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“No, it’s just allergies,” I lie, blinking my eyes open. Maggie stares at me curiously as she squirms in her seat and bites her lip. There’s clearly something she wants to tell me, but she’s too afraid to say it. I love watching her fight against herself. It’s so fucking cute watching her try to work up the courage to say something she finds uncomfortable. It’s refreshing, actually. I’m so used to being fed bullshit at work all day that it’s nice to see someone so genuinely authentic.
She runs her hand up my arm, which is draped over the top of the sofa, back and forth in a soothing motion. I watch her as she fidgets and then scoots closer to me. Only then do I realize the top two buttons on her oversized henley are undone, revealing the faintest glimpse of a black lace bra.
“I had so much fun with Gwen and Elliot,” she purrs as she moves closer to me, her other hand moving to the back of my neck in a seductive touch.
I fight the urge to pull her into my lap and let her feel what she’s doing to me. Instead, I steady my breathing as I try to gauge the situation.
“So, I was thinking.” She moves closer, her shirt falling off her shoulder, revealing a hint of her supple breasts. I bite my cheek and suppress a groan, my fingers itching to touch her. How could I be so negligent not to jack myself off earlier today? I’m wound up so tightly after not seeing her for four days that I feel like one wrong move, and I’ll blow a load right here in my pants just from looking at her.
“I want to show you how thankful I am for being so patient with me.” She runs her hands up my thighs moving dangerously close to my zipper. “I can’t stop thinking about having you in my mouth.” She licks her lips, and all the breath is dragged from my lungs. I gasp as she slowly releases my zipper, my hard cock springing free.
