Page 58 of The Plus Ones
I still haven’t felt her mouth on my cock.
I still haven’t made her scream my name while she’s coming.
I’m staring up at the ceiling through the mosquito net, and I can hear her hushed, husky voice out on the veranda. It sounds like she’s talking to her assistant. It’s Sunday, I think, but they’re catching up on things from Friday and discussing the coming week. From what I gather, it sounds like there’s someone at work who’s competitive with her and trying to make some moves while she’s on vacation. I could help her with that. I could help her with anything if she’d let me. She’s friendly with her assistant in a way that I never have been with mine. She’s friendly with her assistant in a way that she never has been with me.
I hike myself up on my elbows. I don’t even know what time it is. I slept straight through the night. She didn’t snore at all, or if she did it didn’t wake me. It looks like she’s already showered and fully dressed. It looks like she is in no way feelingsaudadeor anything else for me or what we did last night, and it hurts just a little.
I’m going to have to play this right. I’m going to have to take it slow. I’m going to have to negotiate with her in such a way that she doesn’t realize we’re negotiating a deal, and then I’m going to build something beautiful for us, from the ground up.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table and lie back down.
When she ends the call with her assistant, I slide down under the covers and initiate a call with Roxy.
After two rings, she answers, “Seriously?”
“I’m just calling as a courtesy to say that I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you last night.”
“Thank you, I also had a very nice time.” I can hear her smiling. “I appreciate the call and I am hanging up now.”
“My pleasure, and so am I.”
She hangs up, and I do the same. When I re-emerge from under the covers, I find her walking toward my side of the bed. I can see an animal-print bikini under her lightweight white dress, and I can smell the cocoa butter sunscreen, and it does all kinds of things to every part of me.
She gives me a little wave. “Morning.”
“What time is it?”
“About eight thirty.”
I nod and sit up, rake my fingers through my hair. It does not go unnoticed, the way her eyes slowly lower from my hands to my forearms to my bare chest. When she notices me noticing, she looks down at the floor.
“Everything okay at work?”
“Yeah, fine. Under control.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.”
“Because if there’s anything you want to talk about…” I point to myself with my thumbs.
“Everything’s fine at work,” she says, pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Under control.”
“Good. Cool.”We’ll revisit that later.
“So, last night was fun and everything, but…are we cool?”
“I mean, I’m cool. I don’t know about you. Are you cool?”
She rolls her eyes and smirks at me. “I mean, we don’t have to be weird about it and make a big deal, right? We had sex. That’s it.”
“We did have sex. And that is it.” I stretch my arms overhead and watch as she stares at my flexing muscles.
“Good. Great.”
“Fuckin’ A.” I scratch my pecs. They aren’t itchy, but I like watching her watch me.
She clearly hates that she can’t stop staring at me. Poor thing.You just go ahead and struggle with yourself, Roxy Carter. I’ll be here, ready when you are.She looks around, bites her lower lip, crosses one leg in front of the other, scratches her arm. She looks like an awkward teenager all of a sudden, and I love it. “Okay,” she says. “So I’m gonna go have breakfast and let you shower, because I have a feeling you’ll be beating off in there, and I don’t really want to be around when you do that.”
