“As I mentioned before, her love language is buying expensive things for people because money doesn’t matter to her. If it makes other people happy, that’s what she wants. My brother found a good one.”
I suck in a deep breath. “I’m just not used to anyone being so generous. Or as kind to me as you have been. Did you tell her that you were planning a date night?”
He chuckles, his breath brushing against my cheeks because we’re sitting so close. “No. She texted me and told me to help myself to all the wine. I thought this would be the perfect occasion to crack it open.”
“Thank you.” I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my lips, and I hear Elton John’s “Something About the Way You Look Tonight.”
“Want to dance?” Easton asks.
I stumble as I stand, but he catches me in his arms and laughs.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, great.” I smile.
He takes my hand and leads me to the living room, where we dance barefoot. Gently, I place my hands behind his neck, and his firm grip grabs my hips. We sway to the music, and I get lost in the moment with him holding me close. I don’t want this moment to ever end. An intense sensation rushes over me as I think about the night and where it’s led us.
Easton spins me around just as Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” starts. Emotions bubble to the surface, and I find myself smiling. Happiness like this is something I’ve missed, but I know it won’t last. He sings along, and I feel his grip tightening on me.
Falling for my younger boss was never a part of the plan, but I can’t deny the way I’m feeling deep inside. I’ve gotten the impression he’s attracted to me and would be interested in something more than friendship, but given my situation, he’s held back. The same reason I’ve been holding back too. But at this moment, it’s like none of that messy stuff matters.
As the song ends, Easton pulls away with a lust-filled smile. I look up into his green eyes as my heart races, and my breathing becomes ragged. He has me under his spell, and I can’t pull away. Slowly, Easton leans in, and my eyes flutter closed as I anticipate his next move. When his soft lips press against mine, I’m floating into unknown territory. Our tongues twist together, and I fist his shirt. One of his hands threads through my hair, and I moan against his mouth.
“Tatum,” he says as I devour him. Our bodies are so close that I can feel his hard cock pressing into me. I feel a need and desire I haven’t felt in so long that my heart races with anticipation.
A few steps, and I could push him onto the couch. I imagine straddling and riding him.
“Fuck,” he groans, and knowing how turned on he is encourages me to keep going. I want to. I need to. But I also know we have to stop. It’s the responsible thing to do.
Though it pains me to do so, I pull away. Pressing my fingers to my swollen lips, I meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“No, no,” he cuts me off, but I think he also realizes we’ve crossed the line.
My lips are swollen, and though I want more of him, I don’t want to make it awkward. Especially since we’re kinda stuck together for a while longer.
“I should go to bed,” I tell him and study his face.
“Okay. Let me clean everything up, and I’ll walk you upstairs,” he offers.
“I appreciate it, but I’m fine.” I give him a smile, wishing I knew what he was thinking. I force a yawn. “I’m gonna pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.”
He chuckles, but I know there’s something more he wants to say. “Sweet dreams, Tatum.”
“Thank you for the perfect night. It’s something I won’t ever forget.”
Easton smirks. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
“I’d like that,” I admit, my heart fluttering as I walk away from the only man who’s sparked something inside me. I really did drink a lot, but I was in complete control of my actions. Easton was too, or he wouldn’t have let me walk away. We both know we were lost in the moment, even if we both wanted it.
When I walk into my room, I slip off my dress and look at myself in the mirror. My lips are swollen, and my face is flushed. My hair is a little messy from where he tangled his fingers. Just the thought of him consuming every inch of me is enough to drive me crazy.
I lie down on the bed and slip off my panties, then get comfortable under the blankets. Sliding a hand between my thighs, I rub small circles over my clit. My pussy throbs as I imagine Easton’s fingers on me, touching, licking, and devouring every inch. The fantasy overtakes my mind as the sensation builds inside me.