Page 59 of Guilty For You


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I wanted more of that calm in my life.

He ran his palm over my knee and down my calf to my ankle and hooked his fingers there, holding me as he leaned back against me further.

Just like old times.

Only a few minutes into the ride he turned off the main road and skirted through an upscale neighborhood until he got to a paved driveway leading back between tall trees, obscuring the house.

“Wrong neighborhood, Dum Dum.” I joked. “I couldn’t afford this place with a year of pay checks.”

He grunted but drove down the long drive and a beautiful house came into view at the end. A white colonial stood on a large green grass yard with a three-car garage wrapped around the side of the house. As we neared it, one of the garage bays opened and Fox pulled the bike directly inside and turned it off.

The door closed behind us as I remained seated, looking around in confusion.

“Jump off, baby.” He said, tapping my knee and I slid off the bike.

“Where are we?” I asked as he grabbed my bag from the saddle bag and took my hand in his.

“You said to take you somewhere you can sleep.” He replied, pulling me through a door and into a stylish kitchen.

“Fox,” I dug my heels in as I got more confused. “Stop. Whose house is this?”

He sighed and licked his lips, “Mine.”

My mouth hung open as I looked around the space again and then back to him. “I don’t understand.”

He didn’t come from money. When we were together five years ago, he lived in a studio apartment in a rougher neighborhood than I did. It didn’t make any sense.

“I know, but it will make sense after we talk when we wake up from a long fucking nap.” He said, “I’ll explain everything then.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me along with him, “Come on.”

My feet followed him as he walked through a giant open living room with three different couches and a massive TV the size of an entire wall in my small rental. “When I said take me somewhere to sleep, I meant my house.”

“I know you did,” He opened a door off the living room and then shut it behind us, “But there was no way you were going to stay conscious long enough to ride all the way back across town to your place. Mine was closer.”

“Yours is in the wrong tax bracket.” I said sarcastically and he glared at me with a smirk. “I can’t sleep here.” We were in his bedroom, I could smell him in the air like a sensual kiss and I ached to take a deep breath but I refrained.

Barely.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have any of my stuff here.”

“What do you need?” He asked as I eyed the king size bed across the room with pillowy white blankets that were all ruffled and flung back. Dark shades hung on the windows muting the bright sunlight from outside and a small part, okay a large part, inside of me ached to sleep here. It looked like he was interrupted from bed and hadn’t had time to make it up, and I wondered if the sheets were still warm from his body.

“Uh-.” I shook my head, looking away from the bed that beckoned me, “I need sleep clothes, and shower stuff.”

“I have clothes you can wear if you insist, though I’d rather you just sleep naked next to me like you used to,” He said as he walked over to the bench at the end of the bed and sat down. He leaned over and unzipped his boots and took them off, placing them under the bench in a well-rehearsed move. “And I have shower stuff you can use.” He stood back up and yawned, stretching his arms high over his head until his tee lifted and showed off the delicious V at his belt that I used to drool over when he was mine.

He is mine.

Was.

Fuck.

“D.” He purred my name and held his hand out for me to come near, “I’m dead on my feet too. I was an hour into a dead sleep when Tony called me about your car, so come over here, climb into bed with me and let’s sleep for a while.”

“Sleep.” I eyed the bed speculatively even as my feet started carrying me closer to him.

“Sleep.” He repeated, “And then we can go from there.”

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