Mister Moneybags(25)

I’m so sorry, Georgy Girl.

My dick was hard as a rock as I fervently tasted her. She panted into my mouth as my erection pressed into her abdomen. She tasted like toothpaste. Her braless, supple breasts were pressed against my chest. I could have easily taken her right there in the middle of her living room.

Bianca’s heart was pounding so hard against mine, and I took that as my cue to kiss her harder. She grasped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I suddenly got the urge to lift her up. So, I did. She wrapped her legs around me as I continued to kiss her harder than I’d probably ever kissed anyone.

Adrenaline was rushing through me. It was mixed with a little bit of rage because of the fact that she’d so easily let “Jay” take advantage of her. After our conversation tonight, I was more certain than ever that her heart belonged to me—to Dex. Yet, she still managed to let me—Jay—do this. Was she that weak? It made me mad.

I ached to fuck her, to express physically all of the emotions I’d been forced to bottle up tonight.

Finally pulling back and slowly lowering her to the floor, I said, “That was probably the best welcome I’ve ever received.”

She kept her arms around my neck. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to ever see you again, to be honest.”

I was finding it harder and harder to look her in the eyes as Jay. Staring down at the floor, I said, “I need to apologize for not getting my shit together lately. It has nothing to do with a lack of desire to see you. Things have been crazy at work, and I haven’t been able to get here until now.”

Fucking liar.

“I needed this sanity check tonight,” she said.

“Why?” I swallowed. “What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s too much to get into. I’m pretty sure I almost lost my mind earlier. It’s just…really good to see you.”

No. No. No.

You didn’t lose your mind.

You’re right on target.

Jay needs to go—he just needed to touch you one last time.

“Everything okay now?”

“Now that you’re here, yes.” She smiled.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be up.”

“I don’t think I would have been able to sleep tonight anyway.”

Me, neither.

“What happened exactly to upset you?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it, if that’s okay. It has to do with work.”

The fuck it does. Speaking of those white lies we talked about earlier…

Rubbing my hands along the tops of her arms, I said, “Look, I really can’t stay. I just…”

Needed to make sure you were okay.

Needed to see you.

Needed to touch you.

I continued, “I just wanted to say hello, to let you know I was thinking about you.”

And to say goodbye.

She looked panicked. “When will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure. Work has been crazy.”

And Jay needs to die.

Bianca hesitated for a while before she finally said, “I really don’t want to be alone tonight. Will you lie with me?” When I didn’t respond, she leaned in and gently kissed me, then said, “Please?”

There was nothing else in the world I wanted more.

Unable to come up with a legitimate reason to refuse, I nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

Bianca led me to her bedroom. It felt surreal. A yellow legal pad sat atop the nightstand. I suspected that was the side of the bed where she lay whenever she was chatting with Dex. It took everything in me not to lean over to try to see what was written down. I figured there might have been some obscenities from earlier tonight.

Bianca got into bed, and I slipped in behind her. Several minutes passed as we just lay there together. My mouth was against her back, and I let the sound of her breathing soothe me. It was as if I could feel her thoughts through each breath. I knew in my heart that despite the fact that she was enjoying the warmth of Jay’s body, she was thinking about the real me, about Dex.

It all seemed innocent enough until she backed her soft ass into my dick. She intentionally rubbed against me, causing a raging hard on. After a few more times, I realized she was doing it to egg me on. Fuck, it was working. I continued to let her slowly grind against me. There was a word for this in high school: dry humping. I should have known that there was no way I could innocently sleep next to this woman.

Ready to explode in my jeans, I said, “Stop.”

She turned around and whispered over my lips, “You don’t want me?”

My body was in turmoil. She wanted to fuck me. And I wanted to be inside of her more than anything. But I just couldn’t. I could never consider sleeping with her until she knew the truth.