“You have such a perfect dick,” she says as I lean back and close my eyes, my body tensing as I try to restrain myself. “I could write a song about it.”
“Could you write about it and suck me off at the same time?”
Then I feel her lips wrap around the tip and suddenly I’m fully inside her wet, wet mouth.
I’m coming before she gets more than a few strokes in, gripping the leather seats in the back of the chopper and hissing, “Fuck, fuck, oh baby, so good,” under my breath.
She pulls away – swallows politely – and then grins. “That was for the helicopter ride,” she says smoothly.
I groan as I try to sit back up, my dick still throbbing. “Duly noted. Take Steph up in the air every chance you get.”
She slowly wipes her mouth with her fingers. “Actually, you don’t have to take me anywhere.”
“When did I get so lucky again?”
“When you accepted a dare.”
I grin at her. “Best decision I ever made.”
Afterward I drive her home. When I drop her off, it’s bittersweet. I like the idea that I’m dropping her off, what it means, like we’ve had our first date or something. But I hate the fact that I won’t see her for a bit.
“I wish you didn’t have to work so much,” I tell her while the Jeep purrs at the curbside.
“Well, you work too,” she points out.
I sigh inwardly. Yes. I do. With Nadine. That will not be fun. “But I work a few hours a day. Sometimes more, but you’re breaking your back for this business, day in and day out. I worry about you, you know.”
She smiles sweetly. “Don’t worry. And it’s hard right now, that’s all. It will get better. I just need the right employee.”
“Ever think about opening an online store? It might be a bit easier.”
She nods. “Sometimes. But things are so new still, I’m just not confident enough.”
“Well if you ever need any kind of help with it, I’m here.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean it. And not just financially, you know if you need an extra loan or something. I just mean…I’ll help you plan, I’ll help you dream. I’m here for you.”
She gives me a quick smile. “Thanks Linden.” And then she kisses me, soft and light, before she jumps out the door. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she says.
“You better,” I warn and then she shuts the door and walks away. Shit, do I love to watch her go. I wait until I see she’s safe inside her building before I drive away.
I think I just had one of the best days of my life.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
STEPHANIE
It’s been three weeks since Linden and I first slept together.
It’s probably been the best three weeks of my life. Even the drop in business because of the shit November weather hasn’t even entered my headspace.
Linden is all I think about. Linden is all I do.
Of course I go to work every day, trying even harder now to hire the right person for the shop. Let me tell you, hiring has to be one of the hardest jobs in the world. I naively thought it would be easy. If the person has a great resume, then they’ll be a great fit.
But then of course you have to interview them and that’s when you find out that most of the people sending you their applications are absolute boneheads. One girl said she wanted to work here because she likes clothes and shopping and this way she can do both. Another person admitted that she had shoplifted once at a previous workplace but she was “over that phase” now and I shouldn’t have to worry about her.
So that whole thing has been stressful. And I guess hiding our new, uh, relationship from everyone has been a bit taxing too.
Sometimes I question if we’re doing what’s right. I feel guilty over the slightest things, so the fact that the both of us often have to lie to James, even though they are harmless white lies about where we were last night and what we’ve been up to, it feels so terribly wrong. I don’t like lying to my friends.
But I admit, I like sleeping with Linden more.
In fact, the whole thing has turned addicting, in a serious, dangerous and very real way. When I say that Linden is all I think about and do, that’s one hundred per cent true.
In some ways it feels like we are making up for a lot of lost time and I guess we are. But it’s also just the ease of the whole thing. Fucking him is just so easy, it’s as natural, as needed, as breathing, sleeping and eating. I’ve never in my life felt so completely attached to someone in such a physical way.
And the thing that I don’t want to admit to anyone, not even myself at times, is that it’s so much more than fucking. It isn’t just sex, no matter how badly I want to pretend it is. We aren’t friends with benefits, we are friends with something most people die without knowing. At times I want to say we are making love, because as dirty and filthy as Linden can be, as rough and hard as we go at it, there is an alarming current of intimacy and tenderness in everything we do.