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A few weeks later
Ashleigh
I was leaving tomorrow.This was my last chance. For weeks I’d been doing everything I could think of to seduce Marc. For weeks, he’d been shutting me down. But it was getting harder for him—no pun intended—to resist each time. I could tell from the tension roiling in his body.
With it just being the two of us on the estate, we kind of fell into a weird rhythm. He left for work every morning and I handled a lot of the chores George would have done. Including the shopping and cooking.
Like some caricature wife from the fifties, I greeted him most nights when he came home from work with a hot meal at the carriage house That wasn’t necessarily part of my seduction. I loved cooking, and he because he worked all day, he loved eating my food.
We talked about his upcoming semester. He hadn’t lied when he said he was going to push himself to graduate faster. We talked about the impact delaying college entry would have on my professional life. But the truth was, if I was going into academia, it really didn’t matter when I got started. I would basically be in school forever.
Then, after the dishes were cleared and cleaned, by him, after we’d watched Netflix for an hour or two to wind down, I would ask him to take me to bed.
He would tell me to go home.
He’d said the exact same thing tonight, but I knew, and he knew, it was our last night.
And I knew, and he knew, he hadn’t really meant it.
That’s when I realized he’d been waiting. He’d known all along how this was going to end, but he’d wanted to wait until the last night. So that tomorrow I would be gone, and he didn’t have to see me to deal with the consequences. I wouldn’t be around to watch him deal.
Still, I’d gone through the motions. I said goodnight, went to the main house. Got ready for bed. I grabbed a package of condoms from the stash in my bathroom and set them on the table next to my bed, and waited.
Thirty minutes later, I heard the knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I called, because I was suddenly nervous.
He opened the door and leaned against the frame, but he didn’t come in right away. Maybe he was nervous, too.
“Are you ready now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said roughly.
“Good, because I’ve only been waiting eight years for this.”
“Eight?” he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Okay, to be fair, more like four.”
He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and I was nearly frozen as he casually tossed them aside. He was already hard, and when he walked over to the bed, he took my hand and wrapped it around his dick. I’d felt it before, but seeing it, feeling it in my hand, suddenly made this very real.
“This is what you said you wanted,” he said, taking my hand, moving it around the head so it bulged a little. “If you’re scared, I can always go. We don’t have to do this.”
I was scared. And we did have to do this. “The condoms are over there. Should I get one?”
“Shit,” he said. “I didn’t think to bring anything.”
“You didn’t?”
“I don’t bring girls back to fuck at the carriage house, Ash. You should know that. It’s not like I’ve got condoms lying around.”
I did. But still, he seemed like the type of guy who could fuck whenever he wanted, which meant always having a supply. But since this was my time with him, I didn’t want to think about those other girls.
“Are you going to tell me what to do?” I asked. I pushed my cotton shorts down over my legs and pulled my tank top over my head so I was as naked as he was.
Which was strange, because this part didn’t scare me at all. Like him seeing me naked was the way it was supposed to be.
