Page 40 of Paint Me Love
“Shh. Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of you. Just sleep now.”
I want to protest—it’s an extremely bad idea to go to bed without washing off the sticky cum. But I’m too boneless and it just feels too comfortable in his embrace, so before I can gather my remaining strength and get up, I drift off.
There’s no trace of last night’s mess when I wake up. My body smells like my shower gel, and I realize I’m not in the lounge anymore. I’m in my bed.
Cheeks burning, I stare at the closed door. Did Derek wash me and carry me here?
I grab a pillow and bury my face in it. Fuuuuuck, why is he so perfect?
A text distracts me from my internal euphoria just as it’s about to get too much. I place the pillow down and grab my phone from the nightstand.
Derek: I regret not being able to sleep in. Yesterday, I closed a really big deal and there is a lot of stuff that needs to be done. I thought about waking you up with a blowjob, but you looked so tired, I couldn’t bring myself to.
I squeal. He’s too much.
Me: I appreciate that. And congratulations. I hope it’s smooth sailing from here on.
Derek: You were amazing last night.
I blush. Jesus, it’s way too early to be getting horny!
Me: So were you. I can’t wait for our next lesson.
Derek: Maybe I should get you a toy or two so you can practice when I’m not around.
Well, fuck. Thinking about this was the last thing I needed today!
Me: Promises, promises.
Derek: This partnership… It’s a really big deal, actually. But we didn’t get to celebrate yesterday.
Didn’t we? I’m pretty sure the mind-blowing sex counts.
Derek: Let’s grab dinner, say, tomorrow. There’s a really good sushi place.
I gasp, clasping my mouth with both hands. Oh my god, is he asking me out on a date? Fucking is one thing, but going out in public… Does he not care if people see us together? Even though he’s dating Adam? I chew on the inside of my cheek. This is so fucked up, yet my heart is beating like crazy.
Me: I don’t know…
Derek: It’s my treat. You can order everything on the menu if you want.
I shouldn’t go… But I want to. I’m a horrible person.
Me: Okay, but I can’t tomorrow. I’m going to Jesse’s studio. The day after? If that works for you.
His message comes after a minute or two.
Derek: Sure. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.
I grin at my phone like an idiot. Fuck. This is insane. I can’t believe Derek asked me out on a date!
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Daniel
Datenightcomesaroundquickly. I’m buzzing as I get ready, but I am having trouble deciding what to wear. Thankfully, Molly is around and helps me pick.
“You look stunning,” she says, looking at me with wishful eyes. “Are you sure about this? It’s one thing to fuck, but going on a date…”
