“Right. Lead the way.”
“I’ll call a cab.” I nod again in his direction.This is happening. I smile like a giddy teenager at the thought.
Starstruck
The room is dimly lit by my candle that sits on my nightstand. The sall amount of wax in the jar makes the long-burning wick noticeable. A faint smell of what is supposed to be apple and cinnamon lingers in my room.
“Do you like that, Thalia? Do you like it when I’m this close to you? Do you like it when my voice is only for you?” His deep, breathy tone in my left ear is all I can hear while he hovers on top of me. His full lips barely touch the tips of my ear and my body breaks out in goosebumps. The hair from his thick beard brushes against my cheek and jawline. He leaves a trail of soft kisses from the middle of my neck to the middle of my exposed chest.
His steel-grey eyes peer into mine as he plants his tattooed arms on either side of my head. “Tell me you want me,” he softly commands. His lips move softly across my jaw to under my chin.
“I want you. Please, Lee.” His mouth moves into a smile at my plea. I feel his warm skin against mine as he slowly pushes his hard dick inside me. A moan leaves my lips, and I watch as the shadow from the small flame hits all of the defined lines in hissculpted body. My eyes trace over his tattoos from his neck down to the middle of his broad chest. His dark ink stands out against the orange flame.
“Fuck, Sweetheart.” His breathy voice goes faster as he picks up speed. He moves my legs further apart as he comes closer, making it so his thighs are against mine. Another moan escapes my throat, and my breath is just as quick as his. “That’s it, Thalia. Just like that.Ah, fuck, you feel sogood.” His low, guttural groan sends a shiver of heat to my core.
My legs go clammy, and I can feel them start to shake. My headboard is in rhythm with our synchronized breathing.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Lee.” I quietly moan against the warm skin on his neck. My mind goes blank, and all I can think about is this moment. My hand grips my black comforter as my body starts to relax and go tense all at once. I am so close to pure satisfaction, until–
My phone vibrates, shattering the illusion of him and the sound of his accented voice.Of course. The sound of my vibrator still buzzes on my bed just past my thigh.
“Yeah.” My voice is breathy and short.
“Hey girl. What are you doing?” Jace asks, replacing Lee's voice on the other end of my phone. He is so lucky I love him.
“Oh, you know, just practicing self-care before work.”
“Self-care? Did you go running or something?”
“Jace, you know I don’t run.”
“Then why are you so out of breath?... Shit. New episode?” He laughs.
“Something like that.”
“Girl, normal people don’t answer the phone…” He pauses.
“I listen on my phone…”
“Just hitignore, damn… or you could just talk to him.”
“That sounds like a horrible idea. Whenever I see him, I feel like I am going to throw up.”
“Better that than fucking him in your head by yourself.” I guess he has a point.
“It’s safer in my head. There isn’t any chance of rejection.”It’s so strange picturing him in my head and then seeing him sign paperwork in my place of work.
“Bitch, shut the hell up. He stared at your tits as soon as he came in the door. Get yourself dressed and come into work. It gets lonely here by myself. Especially when Janice has to take inventory in the kitchen.”
“You don’t have to go in early every shift.”Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“My rent says otherwise.” He has a point. “Wear something sexy. I think your producer is coming in.”My producer?
“I’ll see what I can find,” I say, still with a laugh lingering in my tone.
“I know you’ve got something to show off those tits of yours. Hurry up. Love you, bitch.” He clicks off before I have a chance to respond.
I throw the covers off my shaky legs.Please don’t let this be a foreshadowing of what’s to come for the rest of the day. My fingertips run along the covered hangers in my closet, more of a nook than a closet. I come to a stop, halting in the middle of the array of black clothes. My eyes focus on whatmaybe tonight’s winner.