Page 18 of The Inevitable Us

In the car ride home, I think again of Sawyer, never seeing him again, never stealing our tiny moments together again. No, this just can’t happen.

Pacingbackandforthin my bathroom, I remind myself that this is the only way. Something has to change between us.

Taking a deep breath for bravery, I look in the mirror, smoothing down the satin skirt of my pink babydoll teddy. The top is embroidered with thick swirls and a plunging neckline, hiding my most private parts. I tried on some of the more risqué pieces in the store, but I couldn’t bring myself to purchase them.

I wrap the long satin robe Mom gave me for Christmas around myself and nod at the mirror. Let’s do this.

My parents are in Connecticut with Rory, helping Josie move back to Tennessee. She graduated a few weeks ago and is moving home to a position as a music teacher here. I’d begged off, saying I want to see a friend before she leaves for college next week. They’ve taken the bulk of the bodyguards with them, leaving Sawyer to watch the house, a bit of good fortune for once.

After walking into the kitchen in my robe, I open the door and walk in bare feet swiftly up the stairs, praying that Sawyer doesn’t see me walking to his sanctuary for once.

Opening the door, I walk into the small space without knocking. Sawyer looks up from the monitor screen, surprised to see me without the alarm for exterior doors, another one of Nate’s tricks. He likely thought I was in bed at the late hour.

“Rosalie, what’s wrong?” he asks, alarmed at my presence.

Gliding past the other furniture, I make my way to Sawyer. Once in front of him, I swallow, untie my robe, and let it fall to the ground. He sucks in a large breath and holds it as he takes me in. I try to resist the urge to cover myself with my hands as his eyes rake over me.

He sits back in his chair, slouching now. “Rosalie, what are you doing?” His tone is dangerously low, a threat.

I start to fidget under his heated gaze. Taking a deep breath, I finally say, “I want you to make love to me.” Biting my lip, I look at him, waiting for a response. My face flushes under his scrutiny as he stares at me with an appraising look.

He raises an arrogant eyebrow, and he smiles that tiny smirk I adore. Still sitting, he reaches over and pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. He looks at me through hooded eyes, and his hand goes to my hair, exposing my neck to him. His finger goes from my neck down the side of my body until it reaches my knee. I look over at the nearby couch, wondering if I can convince him to move there instead.

Deciding I don’t want to give him a chance to change his mind, I adjust my legs, so they’re bent under me. I feel a tingling of heat in my core when I feel his erection brush up against me. This isn’t how I want to lose my virginity, but the only thing that matters is that it’s happening with Sawyer.

Goosebumps pepper my skin when his thick fingers go up my thighs to the thin straps of the matching panties, partially pulling them down. He cups my behind with one hand, the other trailing down my ribs and waist under the lingerie. His eyes dilate, and his dick seems to harden more between us. Leaning in to kiss him, he pulls his head back. “Did you really think this through, Rosalie?”

Shock courses through me when I feel a smack against my bottom and gasp in surprise. “What are you doing!”

He rubs the spot he smacked, taking some of the sting out before I hear him groan deep in his throat, followed by another pop and a rub.

Startled, I try to move off of his lap, but he holds me there. “Your father has cameras everywhere, Rosalie. He could easily have seen you walking up the stairs. I can delete the footage, but what if he happened to have seen it live?”

Another slap, another gentle massage. His erection is rock hard between us, digging into my leg. “Did it occur to you when you decided to seduce me, Baby Girl, that you aren’t on the pill?”

I wiggle on top of him, trying to get off. “I’m on the shot!” I say with a scowl. I’d told my mom I wanted it tohelp with my periodsa few days ago. I was at the doctor’s office the next day.

His arms tighten around me, and his chest breathes rapidly. “And why did you do that?”

“For tonight,” I eek out, trying to push away from him with my arms, but he’s holding me against his chest.

His body eases before he stands, setting me on the ground. “You’re going back to bed.”

I swallow, crossing my arms around my body, feeling overexposed under his gaze. “I’m not a child. I know what I want.”

He walks over to the discarded robe, picking it up off the floor. He shoves my hands into it, dressing me. “Your behavior tonight shows otherwise, Rosalie.”

Tying the belt around me, he lifts me into a fireman’s carry and brings me down the stairs. I hit his back with my fists. “Put me down!”

He smacks my behind again, his movements swift as he stomps down the stairs. Yanking open the kitchen door, he storms through the house. Jerking open my bedroom door, he moves over to the bed, pulling me off his shoulder. I bounce as I fall.

A frustrated hand runs through his hair, the one time he allows himself. His fingers twitch before his hands ball into fists at his side. His erection is still evident, tented under his slacks when he inhales a long slow breath. “I told you to be a good girl, Rosalie,” he breathes out slowly.

The tears start to well up, and I cover myself with a throw pillow. “I just thought….”

“You weren’t thinking at all. Be a good girl, Rosalie, and fucking go to Knoxville already.” This time, both hands run through his hair as he stalks away from me, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter eleven

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