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The sweet warmth of her mouth as she licks the tip of my dick sends a bolt of pleasure ricocheting through me. I clench my abdominals and thread my fingers in her hair, forcing more of myself in between her lips. With her eyes looking up at mine, she takes me deeper, letting me control the pace as I thrust into her mouth. I push my hips forward in a lazy pace, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. She cups my balls, massaging them and I grunt in surprise when she gives them a little tug.
Shit. This girl is good.
“Stroke me,” I breathe, and Sophie obeys, wrapping one hand around my base and pumping in time with her bobbing mouth. Her rhythm is perfect. My shaft glistens with her saliva and the dual sensations are enough to send me spiraling over the edge way too soon and I brace one hand on my desk as my muscles tense.
“Soph…” I whisper a weak warning. She sucks me harder, hollowing out her cheeks, and my head drops back toward my shoulders as I empty myself into her.
She swallows every drop, like a goddamn champ, and I can’t resist leaning down to kiss her skilled mouth. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Glad you liked it.”
I help her to her feet and kiss her neck, her chin, the tip of her nose. “Understatement.”
She curls into me and I hold her. Close physical contact is something I’ve missed out on. Stella was never warm and snuggly and I’d lost my mom when I was twelve. It sounds lame, but I craved the tender feel, and the warmth of a soft female body. Intimacy in the most basic sense of the word has been missing from my life for a long damn time. It feels nice just to hold her close.
“You cooked for me,” I murmur against her throat, as the start to our evening comes back to me.
“I was trying to help,” she whispers.
The sense of falling overwhelms me and I cling to her more, wrapping her tightly in my arms. “Thank you for the macaroni.” I kiss her temple, knowing I’m in deep shit.
Sophie
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I saunter toward the bed wearing only a pair of panties. Call me crazy, but there’s something I love about knowing that I tempt him, but he won’t act on it yet – for whatever reason.
But rather than watching me from the bed, like I expected, Colton’s staring down at his phone.
He’s frowning. And considering how hard I just made him come, I’m clueless about his foul mood.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, crawling up onto the big bed beside him.
He sets down his phone and his eyes lift to mine. “One of my stocks is tanking,” he says.
He’s lying. He wasn’t checking his stock performance. Before the screen went dark on his smart phone, I could see that he was texting with someone, his fingers flying over the keys as anger boiled up inside of him.
I let it go. Whoever it was, it’s not something he wants to talk about with me, and considering the progress we’re making, I don’t want to ruin it. Of course I’m undeniably curious about his past, but for now, I have to accept the pieces of himself he’s willing to share.
Chapter Fifteen
Colton
“I need to go to New York – take care of some things,” I say to Pace in between reps.
I move away from the bench and wipe my brow with my towel. Pace takes a seat, gripping the bar with a confused look on his face. “Tell me this has nothing to do with seeing Stella.”
“We both know I need to take care of this mess between us. This has dragged on way too fucking long.”
“It’s a bad idea, Colton. You never had any restraint where she was concerned. I just don’t want to see you dragged back into something you worked so hard to untangle yourself from.”
He’s wrong about one thing – I’ve never untangled myself. “That’s what this trip is about – I promise you that. Closure. Once and for all.”
He lays back and I hand him the bench press bar. He pumps out fifteen reps, puffing out slow, even breaths. “And how many times over the past year have I heard that?”
He’s right. I had let her get to me – to suck me back in, but this time felt different. This time I have Sophie in my life. It might not be much, but I have something on the horizon with a beautiful, sweet girl. And my damn moral compass won’t let me pursue her the way I want until I’m free of the mega-beast.
We move onto squats, but he’s still eyeing me curiously. “Are you taking Sophie with?”
“Fuck no. She doesn’t know anything about me and Stella, and I prefer it that way. I was actually going to ask if you’d stop over, keep an eye on her.”
“Don’t trust her alone in your house, huh?”
“No, nothing like that. I just don’t want her to get bored.” She’s working with Kylie now, but I know from experience evenings can be hard all alone in that big house.
“You got it, boss.” Pace grins at me, a goofy smile that instantly tells me all the ways he plans to entertain her. It makes me want to pummel him. Christ, I need to get my head on straight.
Chapter Sixteen
Sophie
He hasn’t mentioned going to New York again and I’d almost forgotten about it. But when we reach his bedroom that evening, he heads straight into the closet, grabs a leather duffle bag from a drawer and begins stuffing articles of clothing inside.
“Are you packing?” I ask, entering the room behind him.
My side of the closet has filled out nicely with new dresses, jeans and tops. That one lone camisole still hangs haphazardly from a hanger and I still wonder about its owner.
“Yeah. I can’t put off going to New York any longer. I leave in the morning.”
I nod, wondering if he’ll ask me to go along, but he doesn’t.