One Chance(13)

“Yes, we met for lunch. He wanted to thank me for the work I did on the oil spill campaign.” I saw that William somehow already knew the full story so I plowed ahead. “He offered me a job.”

William nodded slowly. “I suspected as much. Was it a good offer?”

“It was.” No sense in lying now. “But I didn’t take it.”

“You didn’t say no either though, right?” William sounded resigned.

“That’s true.” I pulled my legs away from his lap and sat up straight. “I have to at least consider it, William. Gravity doesn’t have a future for me. Not now that everyone knows about us.”

“We can make it work,” he said, but he didn’t put much heart into it.

“I’m not saying I’m definitely taking it. I’m just saying I didn’t say no yet.” I took his hand. “I was going to talk to you about it. I promise. It honestly slipped my mind with everything that has happened these past few days.”

“The job is in D.C.?” His eyes were unnervingly calm. I had no way to tell what he was really thinking.

“Yes. I would have to move.” If I had to be completely honest, the relocation was the number one reason I hadn’t said yes. I loved living in Chicago, and I didn’t want a long distance relationship.

William leaned back and closed his eyes. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, Livy. You’re an adult and you can make your own decisions. You need to do what’s best for you.”

“Would you really be okay with me moving to D.C.?” I had expected him to at least put up a small fight, or tell me how much he would miss me.

“If it would make you happy, then I would find a way to deal with it.” William opened his eyes and smiled. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

My heart literally jumped in my chest. He had the most amazing smile and I couldn’t help myself. I curled up in his lap and we made out like teenagers. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of kissing William Connor, but I also wanted more of him. I removed his belt and worked on his button and zipper. He helped me slip his pants down just enough, and his penis already stood at rigid attention. I appreciated his eagerness. As skillfully as possible, I slipped out of my sweatpants and underwear.

Sitting astride William, I removed a condom from his pants pocket and took my time pulling it over his erection. Moving forward slightly, I grazed against him, looking deep into his eyes as I moved. When he smiled at me, I fell in love with him all over again.

I spread my legs as I lowered myself, wanting to feel him in my core. William’s hands moved under my shirt, holding me firmly at my sides. As I moved over him, my hair fell over my face and William reached up to tuck it behind my ear.

“I want to see you,” he explained. William did see me- he saw more of me than anyone ever had. For the first time, that didn’t scare me.

I let William set the pace, moving me up and down with his strong hands. He moved me slow at first, letting me feel the full length of him inside me. Then his speed picked up until I was being guided by the forces in my body. He let go and his hands clutched the couch as I rode him hard and quick, my breath coming out in tiny gasps. I made sure that he came first, his release inside me setting off my own orgasm. As it rippled inside me and around him, we held each other and struggled to catch our breaths.

“If you move to D.C., we won’t get to do that as often,” William said as I lifted myself off him.

“Maybe not together,” I said, happy that he was finally trying to convince me to stay.

“Funny. You keep that up and I’m taking back my shirt.” He tugged at the t-shirt and I glared at him.

“If you take this shirt back, I’m taking my vagina back. And my boobs.”

William laughed so hard it shook us both. I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “You should definitely keep the shirt,” he decided. When we fell asleep a couple hours later, I was still wearing his shirt.

Work wasn’t any easier the next couple of days and I began to seriously consider Mark’s offer. I even emailed him with some follow-up questions. William stopped by my office on his way to the airport. He was going to be in Italy for at least a week and I already missed him.

“Livy,” he said, closing the door behind him. “I have something I really need to tell you.”

“You’re not breaking up with me again, are you?” I was only half-joking. “Because that would be a little excessive.”

“Would you please stop predicting our demise?” William tucked his hands into his pockets and looked at the ground. “I came to do the exact opposite actually.”