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When it’s over, we’re both breathless and panting. My skin is covered with a sheen of sweat, but I don’t get the chance to revel in it much. I help her with the pillow under her hips, wishing I could command her to open her legs so I can see the part of me left inside of her, but I know that would be taking things much too far.
Once the thrill of the orgasms subsides, we’re meant to go back to being friends, and I hate myself a little for even agreeing to it.
After getting cleaned up and coming back into the bedroom, I lean over, my lips headed toward her temple, but her hand presses to my cheek, guiding my mouth to hers.
I moan, the pleasure of kissing her something I hope to never get used to. It sends another thrill of need through my body.
“Thank you for being such a good friend,” she whispers once we break apart.
It would’ve been less painful if she stabbed me in the eye or poured the hot wax from the still burning candles over an open wound.
“Anything for you,” I tell her honestly before brushing my lips against her temple and leaving her alone in the bed.
I know there’s nothing but truth in my words. The woman would only have to hint that it is what she wants, and I’d gladly peel my skin from my body with nothing more than a rusty knife and a pair of kitchen tongs. I’m willing to give her anything she ever wanted, regardless of how damaging it is to me.
It isn’t until this entire situation arose that I realized there would come a time that she would ask for more from me than I should be willing to give. I don’t even know if she realizes she’s doing it. I certainly haven’t hinted at her requests being too much, and, honestly, it never feels that way until I’m expected to walk away empty-handed.
Chapter 18
Adalynn
I lost count of how many times over the years that I’ve waited for Cash at the bar, but despite the numerous times I’ve done it, it never lessens the thrill I get when that door opens and he steps inside.
The man has always appealed to me, but there’s just something about the way he looks in his uniform that does something to my body. I feel a little grateful that he caught me reading what he did rather than all the hot cop books I can’t seem to get enough of. I would never mention my fantasies about him using his cuffs on me, but those scenes in books always rev me up in the best way. I’d die of embarrassment if he caught me reading one of those books.
There’s a hint of confusion that threatens to take over when that normal thrill I feel when he walks inside the bar doubles tonight because he’s in what he calls street clothes rather than that crisp uniform he normally enters in.
“You’re not working?” I ask when he steps in close.
I place my hand on his forearm when he leans in close and presses his lips to my temple.
I breathe in the scent of him, the masculine smell always pleasant. I’ve considered buying myself a bottle of his cologne and spraying it on my pillow before going to bed, but I figured that would be taking things a little too far.
“I called in a favor,” he says, his eyes darting to the hint of cleavage my dress reveals before they lift back up to my eyes. “Chandler is taking the late shift tonight.”
A slow smile spreads across my face because there has to be a reason he took the evening off.
“You’ve been working so hard, I figured you needed a little fun,” he says. “I invited Madison and Chase out for a drink.”
His eyes dart down to my glass of soda.
“I can’t drink,” I tell him, feeling a little disappointed that it’s something I have to remind him of.
He swallows, his eyes darting away from me.
I let myself think that he was here and not working because he wanted to slip away and spend some time alone, but it seems that’s the last thing he wants.
“But I’ll let you buy me another Diet Coke,” I say with the best smile I can manage. “This one is watered down.”
“Do you want anything to eat?” he asks, his feet already turning to carry him toward the bar.
“No, thank you.”
I look up at the ceiling in an effort to get my head where it needs to be. Thinking the man wanted to touch me when he wasn’t being forced to during my ovulation window was asking too much.
“If you don’t want to hang out with us tonight, then just say that.”
My smile is back in place when I look toward Madison’s voice, but the frown lines at the corners of her eyes tells me that she knows it’s my fake one.
