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“Um, I mean is it hot in here?” I pull my arm back and shake off the remnants of pain, turning it into a dull ache. “Thanks. Good as new.”
This earns me a stink eye. “You know, I have a special magic trick to heal all boo boos in record time.” He’s such a tease.
I smirk. “Uh-huh, sure.” It’s really hard to stay mad at the guy.
“I do. Isa swears by it.”
He knows just how to take the cynical right out of me. “Well then, by all means.” I shove my hand toward him. “If my two-year-old swears by it, it must be the real deal.”
Holding my arm by my elbow, he lifts my wrist before paralyzing me with the heat of his stare. I watch, mesmerized, as he presses his red, soft lips to my pulse point. When he exhales, the air sweeps across my skin, raising the tiny hairs on my arm. I never believed in erogenous zones before. I stand corrected. A shiver wracks through my body, and I shudder a breath. I could die right here.
I’m still staring at my wrist when he lifts his chin and that delectable mouth twists in a smirk. “There, all better.”
“Y-yeah.” I scramble for words, peeved that this man has me so flappable. “I mean, yes. Thank you.”
“Anytime. It’s my specialty.” He winks and turns back to the stove. “Now, go sit at the table and eat.”
Pouting, I do just that and get some bites in. As always, it’s delicious, but my stomach isn’t having it. “I’m going to wrap this up and take it with me.” When he turns to me with uncertainty in his eyes, I reassure him, “I’m already running late and it’s really good, so I don’t want to waste it.”
Even though he nods, he doesn’t look convinced.
Sliding out from the table I walk up to him. “I’ll take my coffee to go too, if that’s okay?”
His lips quirk in a crooked smile. “Yeah.”
The next thing I do is so out of character for me that I surprise myself. Raising on my tip-toes, I press my lips to Remi’s cheek, lingering. His arm wraps around my back, anchoring me to him.
He closes his eyes and releases a steady breath through his nose as if savoring my innocent kiss. A sneaky thumb dips under my sweatshirt and swipes across my bare skin.
Remi swallows, his Adam’s apple rippling down his throat before his head rests against mine. We share the oxygen between us, trembling, anticipating. It’s like when he was massaging my arm—I was the center of his universe for that moment as if the sun was shining only on me.
It feels incredible.
I think about it when I get ready for work. When I give Isabel a quick snuggle before I leave. I think about it on the train. I think about it the rest of the day.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched with such care, that I’ve felt such need. In all of my past romantic relationships, I’ve gotten the bare minimum and was fine with it. When you go through life with the mundane, you’re not even aware there is something better, something extraordinary. That’s what Remi feels like, so unlike anything I’ve ever known. Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I don’t think I’ll be able to go without.
Remi isn’t careless in his attention—he’s all in. Every move is thoughtful, every touch deliberate. It leaves me questioning why I’m resisting this so much.
If we’re both consenting, would he really lose his job?
I’m still thinking about it when I finally lie in bed after a long day of fantasizing about the hot manny. My belly flutters as I run my hands down my body, trying to replicate the feeling. It’s a poor substitute, but it will have to do.
“How does it feel?” His words from this morning echo in my mind, but it’s a different scenario I’m imagining. Soft fingers trace my swollen slit and languidly circle the bundle of nerves peeking out.
“So good,” I whimper.
“You want more, Queeny?”
Twisting my hips, my circles become firmer. “Please.”
“You’re soaked, baby. All this for me?”
Using my own arousal, I slip one finger inside, then two. “Yessss.”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers. Make yourself come.”
Pretty soon, my rhythm becomes erratic and sweat beads on my forehead. “So good, so good, so good,” I chant.
