“Your knee is never going to heal this way,” I whispered.
“Fuck my knee. It’s my cock that needs your attention.”
I laughed, and he rolled back over on top of me, his cock hard again and sinking into me once more, as if to perfectly prove his point.
23
JESSE
We’d managed to pull our naked bodies away from one another and, after serious protest from me, Maisey insisted I do my exercises. She went from making me explode in pleasure to making me cringe in pain with her torturous regimen.
I complained the whole time and she just laughed, never letting up until we were completely finished with the therapy.
“Let me take you on a proper date,” I’d urged before she left, pulling her into my arms and kissing her again.
“A date? Why? That’s not necessary,” she shook her head, her messy after-sex curls bouncing around her lovely face.
“What do you mean why? Because you’re a beautiful woman that deserves the world, that’s why. Let me take you out.”
“No, way, Jesse. That’s not part of the plan.”
“Do we have a plan?” I asked.
“No, I guess we don’t,” she replied with a smile. “But it’s not good for us to be seen together.”
“Why not? You’re single, I’m single, who fucking cares?” I asked.
“My boss would care. And you have fans taking pictures of you everywhere you go. I don’t want to have to answer anyone’s questions, and I certainly don’t want my face plastered on TMZ.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. So let’s have a date here. I’ll cook for you. We’ll have dinner on the balcony. Come on,” I said.
“You cook?” she teased.
“I do a lot of things you don’t know about,” I said, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck. “Tonight?”
“Mmm…no, I can’t tonight,” she murmured.
“Tomorrow night? It’s Saturday, we don’t have PT on the schedule during the day. Come on, Maisey, it’ll be fun. You deserve it.”
She sighed, her eyes filled with indecision.
“You know you want to….” I tempted, leaning down and biting her earlobe until she squirmed away.
“Alright, what will one dinner hurt? But you can’t tell my boss, okay?” she said.
“If I’m not going to tell him how amazing your pussy feels, I’m certainly not going to tell him we’re having dinner together, sweetheart.”
She laughed and playfully punched my arm.
“Alright,” she agreed. “Tomorrow night. 8 p.m. okay?”
“Perfect!” I laughed, pulling her close and kissing her deeply again before opening the door and watching her walk away.
My eyes grazed over her perfect figure, my cock begging me not to let her leave.
But I did.
She’d be back, I told myself with a smile.
In the meantime, I needed to learn how to cook…
24
MAISEY
So much for saying no, I thought, as I waited in the cab for Maddy to come out of her school. What was that saying? The road to hell is paved with good intentions? Something like that…
Was that what this was? Hell?
I’d sure gotten myself tangled up in something, hadn’t I? I wasn’t even going to pretend to resist anymore. I’d just enjoy my time with Jesse, and when it was all over, I’d move on. Like it had never happened in the first place.
I knew trying to say no was useless at this point. If I didn’t enjoy his touch so much, I’d have hated myself for being weak. For being powerless to his charms. It was like some bad dream but it felt so fucking good.
The truth was that I hadn’t been touched in so long, I was starving for it. With one kiss, Jesse had opened up a dam that I’d been holding back for so long. A dam of emotion, of yearning, of need. I’d put my own needs on hold for so long, putting Maddy first, and in the process I’d even forgotten that I had my own needs to begin with.
I’d been living on autopilot for so long, coasting through life just trying to stay afloat.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to really live. To feel things. To be touched. To be desired.
The thing is, Jesse had done more than just awakened my body, he’d awakened a part of me that I’d buried a long time ago. His touch had reminded me that I was a woman. A healthy, twenty-eight year old woman that had perfectly natural sexual desires. I’d shut that fact away in the back of my mind a long time ago. I’d spent too many years pretending I wasn’t a woman. I was just a mother. A provider. An asexual being that didn’t even waste timing thinking about the pleasures her body could provide.