Knowing what it did to him last time, I squeeze his cock inside me. Andrew swears loudly, thrusting deep inside me once, twice, and a third time. I feel his cock twitching inside me as he comes, groaning softly, his body finally going taught and still.
We don’t move for a long time. I love this. I love the stillness of being as close as two people can be, sharing a moment the same way we shared our bodies. I love the feeling of him still inside me, connected to me in a way no person has ever been. I love sharing his breath without speaking, more intimate than each other’s thoughts.
Slowly, slowly, we come to our senses.
Andrew moves his head an inch, and draws me into a kiss. It tugs at a spot right behind my chest. I kiss him back gently, slowly, passionately.
I shudder when he pulls out of me, my whole body still sensitive and singing. Without warning and without effort, Andrew picks me up. He carries me over to the cabinet full of towels before gently setting me on my feet. He wraps a thick, soft towel around me, tucking in the ends, before taking one for himself.
We don’t say anything as we go inside and upstairs. We go into my room, and I lay down. I’m expecting him to get in bed beside me, but he doesn’t. Instead he leans down and kisses me again. “I would like nothing more than to share this bed with you, but this house is too small for him not to notice that.”
I nod, pulling him down for another kiss because I’m unwilling to let him go just yet. When we break apart, I think I see him smile.
“See you in the morning?” I ask.
“See you in the morning.”
Chapter 11
The next days are busy. Between the first court appearances, jury selection, and general preparation, Andrew and I barely have a chance to be in the same room as each other, let alone have an intimate moment. The dining room in the guest house and I become good friends as I prepare documents for my uncle, putting together the information he needs as he tells me to. I spend most of the time alone, and for the most part I’m fine with that. I get to listen to music and there are even a few slower moments when I steal away to work on a song I’ve been writing. Just music so far—no words. But it’s good, I think.
Josh from the auto shop shows up with my car, good as new. But Andrew is nowhere to be found. I don’t even get a chance to thank him for taking care of it and tell him that I’ll pay him back because he’s in the house so little. It’s jarring to go from something so intimate to almost nothing, but the way that Andrew smiles at me when he does see me still makes my stomach do the equivalent of Olympic gymnastics. Even so, I’m still nervous.
The day after my car comes back, my uncle sends me into the office to file the motions for the trial. There's a huge stack of them. Most of them the judge will dismiss out of hand, but when you're trying to defend someone against a murder charge with nothing in your favor, it's better to try and see if anything will stick.
I know that Andrew is in the city office today. I heard him tell my uncle this morning as he left. I don't know if I'll see him, but I know I'm going to try. It's been three days since we last had sex, and this is the first opportunity I'll really have to see him without my uncle hovering over my shoulder. But the job comes first.
Luckily, my car seems fine all the way there. The mechanics did a good job with her. A combination of overheating and one of the belts being too worn out to function anymore was what stopped her. I'm not surprised—the car is nearly as old as I am. But she's doing fine now.
It takes a few hours to get all of the motions properly submitted, the most important being the motion to dismiss, based on the fact that even though there isn't any evidence exonerating him, there isn't any evidence condemning him either. Innocent until proven guilty.
After hitting send on the final motion, I stand up and stretch. I got so caught up in my work that I was hunched over in one position for too long. It's the same way when I'm really engaged in writing a piece of music. Since I need to stretch out anyway, I may as well take a walk downstairs. I tell myself it's to explore more of the firm, but who am I really kidding?
One floor down is where Andrew's office is. I've never been inside it, but I know where it is. His assistant is outside. She's an older woman, and from talk around the office she's a sweetheart, but right now I need her to leave. I don't want anyone in the office to start gossiping that I visited Andrew in his office—office gossip is a one-way trip to trouble. I get out my phone and text Andrew.
Now might be a good time for your assistant to take a break.
Not even five minutes later Andrew emerges and says something to her—I think her name is Mary—and disappears back into his office. She's gone a couple minutes later. Checking to make sure no one else is around, I slip inside his door. "That was very efficient," I say.
"I was highly motivated." He grins, coming over to kiss me. "I was hoping that I'd get to see you today."
I wrap my arms around his neck. "It's been a little hectic. I'm glad you wanted to see me."
"You thought I wouldn't?"
An uncomfortable feeling squirms in my chest. "I don't know. This all happened kind of fast. I wasn't sure if maybe twice was enough."
"Do you want it to be?" he asks, his face serious.
"Are you going to answer everything with a question?"
He doesn't laugh. "Just tell me."
"No, of course not. I just know that everything is busy, and it's not easy to get to know someone when you have to watch your step all the time. I—well, I g
uess I was worrying that it all might be too much."
"You're right," he says. "It has been fast, and we don't know each other that well. But I'm okay with that. I've seen your work these past few days. You're dedicated and smart, and you're doing a hell of a lot of great work for a job that you really don't want. So far there's nothing about you that's made me think I don't want to get to know you more."
Wow. I wasn't expecting that. A simple, 'I still want to keep seeing you' would have done the trick, but what Andrew just said...that is something else entirely. My breath hitches in my chest, an unexpected bubble of joy stopping my voice from coming out.
"Besides," he says, running his hands down my back and across my ass, "you're still a virgin in so many things, and I want to introduce you to all of them."
"Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.
"I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."
I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.
“Naomi—”
“You’re not the only one who can be spontaneous,” I say, freeing his cock from his underwear, and taking it into my mouth.
His hands are in my hair immediately. “Fuck.”
I suck him hard, drawing my mouth back slowly before plunging back down again. This angle is easier, and I find I can take him deeper than before. Drawing patterns with my tongue as I move, I touch every part of his cock with my mouth. There’s a bit of lipstick smudged from where I sealed my lips around him, and the sight makes me wet. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can tell he’s struggling not to move. I take him out of my mouth, running my tongue across the tip. “I have to tell you something,” I say.