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Remi cradles my face, and his eyes read mine. “Definitely not it.” He barely brushes his thumb down my cheek, and my heartbeat floods my ears. His blinks are slow and bewitching. His dark eyelashes are so long. Their softness continues to tease. “Bet I can guess what will fill you up to satisfy that hunger.”
Without my brain’s permission, my hand lifts with greedy fingers, lightly touching the forbidden fruit.
His lids drop, and he murmurs, “Let me, Mae. Let me feed you where you are starving.”
Everything about him is begging me to take with wild abandon. But I’m still standing at the precipice, afraid to jump into dark waters. I can’t see the bottom, and I won’t take for granted that there aren’t sharks circling, ready to devour me.
“Remi,” I whimper.
He leans his forehead onto mine. “God, it would feel so good—sliding inside of you, hearing your needy little moan.” Our breaths mingle and turn to vapors, dancing a seductive waltz around us. Strong hands wrap around my waist. “Have you thought about it, Queeny? Hmm? Have you thought about all the ways you want me to feed you?”
I can’t deny that I want him because, yes, I have thought about it. Only, it’s me feeding him. Making him lose his ever-loving mind.
“Because I have, so many fucking times.” His rasp is desperate. Brushing my hair to the side, he sweeps his lips over the sensitive skin under my jaw. “Christ, baby, you’re all I think about.”
My legs spread without my permission.
He’s a mere breath away, trembling beside me. “Tell me you want this as much as I do. I won’t take something you don’t want to give.”
I can tell he’s trying very hard to be patient, but he needs my consent. It’s up to me to give him access.
I’m utterly terrified. My desire is too much, too big for me to control any longer. No doubt someone will get hurt here because, in reality, what future could we have? He will lose his job if this gets out, and eventually, I will lose him to someone younger. Someone who doesn’t bear the weight of the world on their shoulders. Someone more dependent.
Brad constantly nagged about how me making more money emasculated him. I wasn’t stopping him from climbing the corporate ladder—he just didn’t have the gumption. Still, toxic patriarchy is alive and well in today’s society.
Remi’s puffs of breath tickle my ear as he runs his fingers over my ribs. His persuasion tactic is very distracting to my logistical analysis of all the ways this relationship would fail. Sure, the manny isn’t like that now. I’m off limits. A challenge. A conquest. When he gets tired of taking care of me while I’m off conquering my ever-ambitious goals, he will bail. It won’t be pretty.
Men do all kinds of things to reclaim their masculinity. They lie. They cheat. Make promises and then snap them in half when life gets complicated. They fucking bail when you need them the most.
How ironic.
I depended on Brad for one thing. He knew how I grew up, how I resented not having a father, and yet he walked out the door without ever looking back. It’s been two and a half years since I last saw him.
Every time Remi exhales, a shiver runs down my spine, baiting me. A temptation too strong to ignore.
Disregard the past and don’t worry about the future. All you have is right now. A small moment, the devil on my shoulder says. Sex is just sex. It doesn’t have to turn into a relationship. The throbbing between my thighs helps with the devil’s persuasion.
Maybe if I fuck Remi out of my system and we both get what we need, this thing between us will lose its luster. Hopefully, we can still be friends after the fire has cooled.
“Say something,” he begs.
All the blood rushes to my core. The million reasons restraining me from his seduction fade into the background. I want to show him exactly what he does to me. But it has to be on my terms and under my control.
“Anything,” Remi purrs into the shell of my ear—a request I can’t resist.
Fuck, he’s killing me.
It’s only sex, whispers the devil.
“This stays between us and no matter what happens, you’ll be here for Isabel. I can’t lose you, Remi.” My voice cracks because I already know—once I let him in, he’ll leave.
His eyes burn into mine as he cradles my face like I’m a porcelain doll. “Listen to me. I’m not going anywhere.” Vehemence colors his features, and I want to believe him with every fiber of my being. “You and Isabel are the most important people in my life.” He swipes a thumb under my eye. I didn’t realize I was crying. “It stays between us.” I almost sigh in relief, until he adds, “For now.”
I nod and whisper, “Between us,” under my breath as if to convince myself sleeping with him will be harmless if we keep it a secret.
As our breaths mingle, tension and passion fill the small space between us. He’s too far away. I need him closer. Every cell in my body is screaming for him and my heart, the poor thing, is about to give out.
“Kiss me?” My voice is so desperate it doesn’t even sound like me.
