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A Sip of You(73)



His hands gripped my ass cheeks as he drove into me. My breasts brushed against my sheets with each thrust, my sensitive nipples causing delicious friction. I could feel the bed shaking beneath us as William thrust harder, his thick cock stretching me and filling me completely. Finally, he stiffened, and I felt his hand come between us and his thumb circle hard against my clit. I came again just as the rush of his semen exploded against my walls in great, hot bursts. He gave a muffled grunt, but I had forgotten to bury my head in the pillow. I cried out his name, clamping my teeth on my lip too late, as my core spasmed around him

He pulled out and gathered me in his arms. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, trying to enjoy the afterglow. Maybe Jeremy had fallen asleep. Maybe I hadn’t been as loud as I thought. Maybe he hadn’t heard. I could feel heat creeping in my cheeks because I was relatively certain he had heard. I don’t know how anyone in the condo—or on my block—wouldn’t have.

“What’s wrong?” William asked a moment later, his voice almost disembodied in the darkness.

“So much for not making any noise.”

He sat and moved away from me. “Why do you care? Are you embarrassed that you’re seeing me?”

“What?” I sat too. “No!”

“Then what is it? What is he to you?”

“He’s my former brother-in-law, and I don’t know why but it feels uncomfortable to be with another guy around him. It just does.” That was partly true anyway.

He gave a low bitter chuckle. “It was sex, not a crime. We can’t resist each other. I don’t know why you’re embarrassed about that.” He rose, went to my bathroom, and returned a few minutes later. I could tell he was still exasperated with me.

“I don’t like that you’re upset. But you’re mine, Catherine and I don’t give a fuck who knows it.” Then without another word, he got into bed and turned onto his side so he was facing away from me.

I stared at his back. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“I’m staying,” he said. “And don’t worry. I won’t touch you.”

I rose, cleaned up, and put my T-shirt and sweats back on. When I climbed back into bed, the silence loomed heavy between us.

It took a really long time for me to fall asleep.

***

It was still dark when William shook me awake. I turned the bedside lamp on and saw he was dressed and ready to go. “What time is it?”

“Four-thirty,” he said. “I’m going to the gym.”

“Okay, I’ll text you later.”

“Good.”

The tension was still there. I could have killed Jeremy.

“William, I’m sorry about last night—”

He leaned down and kissed me lightly. “I’m not angry, Catherine. You have the right to say no. I shouldn’t have persuaded you.”

“It wasn’t all you. I didn’t really want to say no. I didn’t say no. And afterward—I’m sorry.”

“Get some sleep. We can talk later.” His finger trailed along my cheek, and he turned off the light. A few minutes later, I heard him close the door and lock it.

I touched my fingers to my lips, where he’d kissed me. I had the distinct impression he was disappointed. I wished he was angry rather than disappointed, because disappointed was a lot worse.

I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

A few hours later I woke again and headed to the shower. After I dried my hair, I heard Jeremy moving around and figured I’d better let him know I was out so he could shower and be ready in time for his conference. I would have rather buried my head under the pillow. I was mortified at the possibility he’d heard William and me, but I forced myself to leave the bathroom and find him. When I came out to tell him the rest of the hot water was all his, he was sprawled on the couch, flipping channels on the TV.

“Hey, I’m out of the shower. I tried to leave you some hot water.”

“Thanks.”

I took Laird out then came back in and fed him. When I returned from the kitchen, Jeremy hadn’t moved. “Don’t you have to get to the conference?”

“Sure. But I don’t have anything until later today.”

“Oh. What time is your first event?”

He waved a hand. “Later.”

Later. That was vague. “Where is the conference? One of the hotels? McCormick Place? Do you want me to give you a ride or did you arrange for a cab?”

“It’s downtown. The Palmer House, I think. I don’t need a ride, but I could use some food. I raided your fridge, but some things never change. How about we go out for breakfast?”