Page 32 of 5+Us Makes Seven

I shook against her as my chest fell to her back. My sweat was dripping onto her skin, but it didn’t seem like she cared. We collapsed to her couch and I turned us over, cradling her between my body and the back of the couch. My arm wrapped around her as she panted into my chest, her entire form shaking as her leg pressed between mine.

Like she couldn’t bear to be disconnected from me.

“I would’ve moved to the bed, but it isn’t on the frame yet.”

“I think the couch suited us just fine,” I said breathlessly.

“I’m sorry for the mess,” Natasha said.

“No reason to be sorry for that. I admire your independence.”

“What?”

“How you’ve paved a way for yourself. Finding your own lot in life and stuff like that. It’s… a good thing.”

“And stuff like that,” she said with a giggle.

“My mind’s a little… fucked right now,” I said.

“A big, bad billionaire reduced to childish syllables. I think I did my job.”

“You have no idea what you did to me,” I said.

My eyes locked with hers and she pressed her lips to mine. It was a sweet little kiss. Not feverish or desperate, nor was it dripping with anything other than softness. I pulled her closer into me as her face dropped to my neck, and her lips began peppering my shoulder with kisses. Electricity zipped through my veins. I was going to miss this. I hadn’t felt this way with anyone since my wife. She made it easy to bring down my walls and she was a hell of a way to wind down from a long day at work.

But I knew she wanted to keep things platonic for the kids, and I was on board for that idea.

The kids came first, no matter how she made me feel.

I laid on the couch with her until she fell asleep. Her breathing was steady against my skin as my hand stroked up and down her spine. I wanted to stay like this with her. To wake up with her face close to mine so I could see the sun reflected within her eyes. I wanted to roll her over in the morning and slide my cock into her and wake her up with the pleasure she deserved.

The pleasure she had earned for being the incredible woman she was.

I stroked my thumb over her cheek as I placed a kiss to her forehead. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t. The two of us would wake up aching on this couch and something told me Natasha didn’t want me going into her room. I slid from her grasp, watching her arms flop to the cushions before I started searching for a blanket.

I grabbed one from her opened box on the floor and fluttered it around her body.

I went over to her kitchen sink and cleaned myself up a bit. I tried my best to be as quiet as I could so I wouldn’t wake her up. I washed my face with the dish soap she had sitting there. I stuck my head under the facet and took a few gulps to try and replenish what I had sweated out as I enjoyed her body. I grabbed a dry towel from a stack on the counter and dried myself off, watching and listening as Natasha’s soft snores filled her corner of the apartment.

I wanted to wake her up and take her home with me. But I knew she needed her sleep.

I picked my clothes off the floor and dressed myself in the reflection of the window. I smoothed my hands over my clothes and stole one last look at the woman I had come to care for. She was curled up on the couch with the blanket bunched up at her chin. Resting peacefully with a little smile on her lips.

I had a feeling I would be falling asleep with a similar expression.

I stole one last kiss on her forehead before I crept out her door. I locked the doorknob to try and give myself some sort of relief. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t lock her in. That I couldn’t flip her deadbolt to give her the ultimate safety device, especially since she was sleeping on the couch.

But a locked doorknob would have to do because I didn't have a key to her place.

I walked down to my car and slowly pulled away from her apartment. I thought about turning back. I thought about trying to pick her lock or knock on her door until she woke back up. I should’ve at least moved her to her bed so she could sleep more comfortably, but it was too late now. I was cruising down the road back home.

Back to an empty house devoid of anything other than the whimsical thoughts of a lonely man.

Fuck. I really should’ve woken her up.

Eleven

Natasha

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