Page 26 of The Flirtation
She was almost humming as we kissed. It was so sweet and sexy. The fabric of her pajamas was so thin, I could feel the heat of her skin through it. She was soft and taut in all the right places. My hands couldn’t help but travel down to her thighs and up to her ass. We were tired and hungry in the best possible way, and I let myself enjoy it, sensing that she was enjoying it too. She rocked gently back and forth on me, and I wanted so badly to be inside of her that it hurt on many levels. I would let her take the lead and see what happened. She kissed me harder, sucking on my tongue, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. Her hands explored my chest, and then found the bottom of my t-shirt and before I knew it she had pulled it over my head. She lowered her head down and licked one of my nipples, her tongue swirling around it. I groaned. She put her hand on my bulging pajama bottoms, looked up at me, licked her lips. She rubbed my hard cock gently, then squeezed. She sat back on top of me and kissed me like crazy, her thighs tightening around me, I tried desperately to control my breathing and keep my hands from touching every centimeter of her, and then she started to unbutton her pajamatop.
Still, my brain would not shut up.You’ve crossed more than one line now, Luke Mason, how are you going to get yourself out of this particularmess?
Fortunately, Avery got us both out of it by suddenly collapsing like a ragdoll, her face sliding down and resting, not at all gracefully, in myarmpit.
I held my breath for a few seconds, to see if she’d wake up. When she did not, I whispered her name. Still no movement. I carefully maneuvered myself out from under her, picked her up and lay her down on the bed. Then took a long cold shower and banged my head against the wall several times before returning to the sofa and finallysleeping.
I didn’t know how I’d be able to pretend I didn’t know now what it was like to feel her lips on mine, her hands all over me, and that I had seen a side of her that I wanted to see more of and wanted to do more and more and everything with her—but I figured avoiding her would be the first and most important step. I didn’t know if not telling her was the honorable thing or the cowardly thing, but it seemed like the appropriate thing, and in our current situation, that would have todo.
Avery
Igot out of bed,of course, and left him to get ready for his dip in the pool. I would have liked nothing more than to go for a swim myself, but the last thing I needed was to take off my clothes and do the breaststroke around thisman.
“I’m pretty hungry,” I said. “I’ll go grab breakfast now, if you don’t mind me notwaiting.”
“Not at all, as you wish.” He nodded and smiled, his kind eyes crinkling. “Catch you later,” he said, affecting a ridiculous Americanaccent.
I couldn’t help but giggle, and then immediately straightened my face as I reached for the door handle. I paused for a moment, wondering if I should tell him about Mr. Potter before I chickened out again, but then I realized I’d just made a fool of myself by sleepwalking and demanding that he spoon with me—best to space out my weirdo behaviors and revelations so as not to overwhelmhim.
I looked around before walking out his door—no need for my client to see me emerging from my business associate’s room while we were there to discuss work, on his dime. Then I remembered that one of Bucket’s lawyers had kept us all awake last night with her sexual Olympics, reminded myself that nothing untoward had happened, and ran to my room so I could text Jackie that I’d sleepwalked to Luke’s bedroom and made him spoon with me. She deserved a goodlaugh.
