“Was it?” she asked. “I don’t remember it being simple. I remember it being hard.”
“Well, you didn’t have the best family life, I remember.”
“I didn’t have a family life at all,” she replied.
“No, I guess not,” I said. I felt bad for bringing it up, because her eyes filled with the sadness I’d seen earlier. “But your life seems much better now. Is it?”
She smiled, her face lighting up with joy.
“I have a beautiful life now, yes.”
“Even without a man?” I teased.
“Yep, even without a man,” she said, laughing. “Not every woman needs a man in her life, you know.”
“No, but doesn’t it help?” I asked.
“Not always, no,” she replied, shaking her head and laughing. “Haven’t you heard of Ted Bundy?”
“Is that why you don’t date? You’re afraid of serial killers?”
“Not exactly,” she said, motioning for me to turn over. I flipped onto my stomach and she began rubbing the back of my thigh. Just like before, my cock rose to full attention. Shit. I’d have to turn over again eventually and I knew she’d see it again.
For fuck’s sake, I thought, my body reacts to her like I’m a fucking teenager again. I have no control over it when she’s around.
I let her work on me for a while without talking, her hands feeling like silk running over my skin, my cock aching and painful as I laid on top of it, trying desperately to ignore it in hopes that it wouldn’t embarrass me again.
Of course, my hoping got me nowhere. By the time she was finished I was so turned on I was ready to fucking explode.
“I need you to roll over,” Maisey said quietly.
“Maybe we can give it just a few minutes… My leg just started to ache again…” I replied, trying to keep my cool.
“That wasn’t a request,” Maisey responded, grabbing my side and pulling.
Common sense and modesty went right out the window. I let her roll me, my cock springing straight up in the air like a goddamned flagpole. Maisey’s cheeks went cherry red as she looked away.
“Sorry, I guess the back of my thighs is a sweet spot for me,” I replied.
“Again, that’s perfectly natural. No big deal,” she said.
“I’ve been told it’s a very big deal!”
“Ok, fine, it’s a big deal,” she said, laughing. The sound of her laughter was contagious and before long we were both laughing together. It felt amazing to finally laugh with her again. It felt like old times.
“Maisey, I’ve waited ten years to hear you laugh again,” I said quietly, reaching up and tangling a handful of her soft curls in my fingers. I gently pulled her head back, watching her eyes flutter.
Before I knew what I was doing, I sat up, put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her towards me, my laughing lips landing on hers. She was so warm, her lips even softer than I remembered them to be.
She melted in my hands, kissing me back with a tiny whimper.
My lips worked against hers, and I darted my tongue out, sliding between her lips to explore her sweet, delicious mouth. She moaned, kissing me back deeply. I groaned, a wildfire of desire burning through my body. I pulled her closer, kissing her harder, deeper.
Kissing her was just as amazing as I remembered, but so much better.
My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, my entire being buzzing with need for her, to taste her, to touch her, to feel her surrounding me completely. I’d waited so long to see her again, and tonight, I was going to make her scream my name.
“Jesse… Please,” she whispered, her mouth opening into a tiny little ‘o’ that only made me harder. I bent my head, my fingers still tangled in her hair as I kissed her again, harder this time, the heat between us was building to a near uncontrollable level.
She was fiercely kissing me back, but without warning her entire body suddenly stiffened against my embrace. She pulled back, her eyes flashing with anger as she slapped me hard across the face.
“Fuck!” I yelled, looking at her in shock.
Her hand flew up to her lips, and she looked just as shocked as I felt. Tears filled her eyes and she turned and ran to the front door, flinging it open and leaving me standing there alone with a stinging cheek and the most painful erection I’d ever had in my entire life.
14
MAISEY
I sat in my car in complete shock, tears streaming down my face, and my nipples hard as a rock beneath my bra. Talk about confusion. I was a hot mess.
What the fuck had just happened?
What the fuck happened to being professional?
What the fuck kind of weak, lonely, needy woman was I?