What they don’t know is… I can’t stop. Also, technically, I’m not fucking her if there’s no penetration, correct? A chilly sensation spreads through me. God, I can’t even fool myself. My dick hasn’t been in her pussy, but I’ve fucked her mouth. Licked her pussy clean. Touched her in the least professional way a boss should touch an employee.
But damn it, didn’t it feel amazing. Every fucking time.
My throat feels thick and dry by the time I answer, “Yes.”
“Really?” Brooks puts his iPad aside. “I’ve always thought you were too honest… blunt sometimes. Are you keeping something from us?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Nothing worth mentioning,” I say, which is ironically, a big lie. Everything about Amy is worth mentioning.
Worth living.
Worth… everything.
6
Grant
Later that day,I watch her do laps in my pool.
Naked.
“You know, for a virgin, you’re pretty naughty,” I say as I approach the edge.
“Not fair. I didn’t have a swimsuit, and this was your idea,” she says, biting her lip.
I should have joined her, but instead I slipped on some jeans and shirt after work and stayed dry as I waited for an important email to drop in my inbox. But every other second my gaze strayed to her, so I put my laptop aside and sat at the edge. Now my body is tight, tension stiffening my shoulder blades.
She’s swimming from one side to the other, and I’m already about to burst from my pants.Jesus Christ, man. Keep it cool.
“By the way, I RSVPed yes to that party,” she says. “I forgot to tell you earlier.”
Oh, right. The Stanton fundraiser. “Thanks.”
“Must be nice having to attend these cool parties for work,” she says, splashing some water my way playfully.
“Why don’t you come with me?” I ask, my mouth working faster than my brain. Before I withdraw my offer, her eyes light up, and she splashes me again, this time in a clumsier way, like she’s too excited to keep still.
“Wow really?”
“Yes,” I say, the idea unfurling in my head. “You’re my assistant, after all. Won’t be weird or anything having you with me since this is us representing the company,” I add. Besides, poor thing has been here in Dallas and I haven’t really showed her a whole lot yet… mostly because we’re always making out or too careful not to go places where someone I know could see us.
“I’d love to go.”
“Good. It’ll be a good time.”
“It’s always a good time with you,” she says, and there’s something achingly genuine in her voice. Something clicks inside. I haven’t been taking her to places, or bought her jewelry or given her money. We’ve just been enjoying each other’s company. And that has been enough for her. She likes me… for me.
I groan. This kind of thinking can really land me in trouble.
I need some distraction.
Without taking my eyes off her, I make quick work of peeling off my shirt and jeans, and jumping in the infinity pool in my birthday suit. She gasps, then chuckles, and I swim to her.
“Needed to cool off?” she asks.
“I still do,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “Being close to you heats me up no matter what the temperature is outside.”
“I’m sure you say that to everyone,” she says playfully, but I sense the emotion in her voice. The fear that she too is about to lose control. She can’t do it—can’t let me fuck her all the way, because that’s not what she wants. She wants marriage. Commitment.