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“Where were you? Did you work late?”
“I went out with Dee and Henry for a few drinks.”
“Are you supposed to be drinking?” I regret saying it as soon as it came out of my mouth. “I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.”
“I had some seltzer with lime. I just wanted to get to know my coworkers again. That’s not bad, is it?”
“No, not at all. I was just worried about you.”
She takes a plate of bacon out from the warming drawer and places it in front of me. My stomach rumbles at the sigh. It’s crispy, just how I like it to be.
“How many pancakes do you want?”
“I’m starving. I’ll take three to start.”
She hands me a plate with three and puts one on her plate, then takes a seat next to me. I try not to gobble my meal, but I am hungry. I ate very little dinner last night while waiting for her to come home. I polish off two more hotcakes and several slices of bacon before I’m full.
“This was a treat,” I compliment, satisfied. “I haven’t had pancakes since Vivian made them for me the weekend of Rory’s wedding.”
“I can make you breakfast every day if you like.”
“As much as I would love that, no. I’ll get fat eating like this every day.”
“I doubt that,” she says, giving me a side-eye. “You run so hard you must burn off everything. Look how lean you are.”
I know how lean I am. I work myself like crazy to get into shape, so I take pride in my muscular body. But knowing that she’s looking at me sends shivers down my spine.
“But I won’t be with all these carbs,” I joke, trying to keep a clear head. “I do love being spoiled, so maybe every so often can’t hurt.”
She pops the last bit of pancake in her mouth, and before she can wipe the syrup from her lips, I reach over and swipe at it with my thumb, then suck it off my pad. She watches me until I release the digit from my mouth. I know the look—desire. If I didn’t know better, my small gesture got to her. Her heated focus ignites me, too, because I can feel my cock harden. Dropping my gaze, I hurry off to the shower, a cold shower.
Although I rarely jerk off, I’ve denied myself, and I need this. As the water crashes over me, I stroke my hard length, speeding up my rhythm, thinking of Olivia until I release. I wish I were inside her. Eventually, we will need to talk about whether we’re going to resume our relationship.
However, I can’t bring myself to have a conversation while she is living with me. That would only make it seem like I was expecting something from her because she already thinks she owes me. Either one of two things will have to happen: she will have to bring it up herself, or I’ll have to wait until she moves out, which is going to kill me. It’s six weeks away, but I want her so badly.
I wrap myself in a towel, and I’m in my closet selecting clothes for today when I hear her calling my name. I step out to see what she wants. She’s standing at the door of my bedroom, just as she had last night, but is now in her short bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still dressing.”
I can see her looking me up and down like I’m her prey.
“What can I do for you?” I ask casually.
“Do you have any toothpaste?”
“Help yourself. I have several tubes in the closet in my bathroom.”
I watch her go to retrieve a tube, and I can’t help but stare at her shapely posterior as she does. It would be so easy for us to act since we’re both in a state of undress. I could easily pull my towel off and push aside her robe, then sink into her wet pussy. I feel myself swelling, and I frantically think of something else.
“Thanks,” she says as she exits my bedroom.
This is torture; slow horrible torture. It’s also made up my mind for me. I have to say something to her. She is all I’ve thought about. I know it’s a selfish asshole move, but I need to know if there is a future for us, or I’m just wasting my time.
I quickly dress in black jeans and a gray cashmere v-neck sweater. After I pull on a pair of black socks, I head to her room. The door is closed, so I knock softly.
“Olivia? Are you decent?”
“Give me a second.”
