Page 9 of Taste Of You

Sadness flows through her at the mention of family. It’s small, a minute shift in her voice, but I feel it. A choking moment of nostalgia that makes me want to ask the why, but her eyes are guarded, and I stop myself from pushing.

Not today. Earn her trust first.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Jet. I really appreciate it.” Standing on her toes, she reaches up and kisses my cheek. It’s faint. A quick peck. However, to my cock, it’s as if she’s wrapped her lips around its girth, pulling us deep.

“No problem, Millie,” I cough, placing her textbooks in front of me to cover my desire. “Is someone picking you up? Cab or Uber?”

“No.” A small laugh escapes her. “I live less than fifteen minutes away, and I’m walking. Saving money and all that jazz that college kids do.”

“The hell you are,” I hiss out, angry at her for even thinking this. Angry at myself for not realizing she’s been doing this for a few weeks now. “Never again. You hear me?”

“But—”

“Unacceptable, Camille.” Opening the door to my cherry-red ‘69 Dodge Charger, I place her belongings in the back seat before turning to face her. Millie’s lips are open, her breaths coming out in small puffs while I step closer. Two steps and I’m within her personal space, almost touching her soft skin.

“Jet, I can—”

“It’s not up for discussion, sweetheart.” I cup her face with both hands and tilt it up. Blue doe eyes look at me with wonder and…want? Fuck, is she feeling the same electricity I do when we touch? My yearning for a taste of her innocence?

“But I can’t afford to—”

“Then you come and find me,” I interrupt while lowering my head to hers. “Always come to me.”

“Jet, I don’t want to be a burden.” As she says this, Millie licks her lips and I do the same.

“Never. Not to me.” Taking her next exhale into my lungs, I bring my lips to her forehead instead of stealing a kiss. I want to. God knows I do, but it’s not right, and I resign myself to a guiltless exchange instead. “Now, let’s get you home and in bed. You’re going to have a very long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She sounds disappointed, but maybe I’m imagining it. Millie doesn’t want me to kiss her. It’s all in my head. “I can’t wait to shower and crash. I want nothing more than to burrito myself and get intimate with my bed.”

At her words, my dick swells inside my pants. It pulses.

I can feel the drops of pre-come as they seep from the slit and roll down my hard flesh. My boxer briefs bear the proof of my arousal, while my cock throbs.

“You okay, boss?”

Not in the slightest. “Just tired and hungry.” Guiding her around the car, I open the door and wait until she buckles in to do the same.

“Want to stop somewhere and get food? I’ll wait.” She’s so sweet in her concern.

Shaking my head, I give her a rueful smile and drive off the lot. “I’m starved for something I can’t have.”

She doesn’t offer her address, and I don’t ask. I’ve seen her application, have read her information a thousand times over. Don’t need it.

Somehow, she lives within walking distance of the school and bar. It’s a desirable area and building; the waiting list for a rental there is usually long and availability nonexistent unless you buy outright. However, I’m pretty sure she’s not a homeowner and just a lucky tenant.

Millie shakes her head, her smile mischievous. “Why can’t you have it?”

“Because sometimes what we want is impossible. A beautiful dream.”

“But what if you could?”

“Then I’d spend the rest of my life gorging myself on that gift. I’d proudly be a glutton.”

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