“Cain doesn’t get me off. The toy and your fingers get me off.”
“Rosie. Talk,” he repeated, clearly growing tired of my deflections.
Admitting defeat, I sighed dramatically, then began. “He haunts me, Sly. Everywhere I turn, he’s there, and his gaze is heavy. I let him go years ago—I moved on. Yet, here he is again, stalking me silently. The last few months I’ve been able to brush him aside and ignore his presence, but suddenly, it’s impossible. Theneedto be close to him gnaws at me. Thinking of him brings me both pleasure and pain.”
His fingers stopped moving as my sentence finished, and I internally freak out, wondering if I’ve said too much. He may have goaded me to talk, but Sly was still my lover. My lover with his fingers very much inside me. And I just word vomited how I felt about another man. At his request, but still.
The feeling of wrong-doing washed over me—I might have just fucked up.
My face must have reflected what I was feeling, because Sly’s spine straightened slightly and again, he pulled the toy away from me. “Your words don’t hurt me, bella. In another life, you’d be my perfect match. But we both know in this life, we are simply a comfort for each other. I want you to speak freely about your feelings, mia preferita. I will always listen. Our understanding is mutual.”
Shaking my head, I pulled my legs together until my knees met. “It’s not right, Sly. I feel like a bitch. Especially right now—using you to get off.”
“Mia preferita, Iofferedto get you off. You did not demand it. If this is you using me, then I use you too. You know…you know my heart is back in New York. And I know your heart is here—you just do not allow the barrier protecting your heart to come down. But the love is in there, I am sure of it.”
The overwhelming feeling of weight on my chest was back, and I could feel emotions I had no desire in feeling bubble to the surface. All I wanted was to push them down and banish them away again. The motherfucker wasn’t even around, yet the effect he had on me was excruciating.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I blew out a shaky breath and willed my racing heart to settle. “Distract me, Sly,” I begged, and I wasn’t a woman whobeggedvery often, but right now I’d make an exception. I wanted to think about something else—anythingelse.“Please.”
Right now, it wasn’t about getting off. I didn’t give a damn about the orgasm that I’d now lost twice. Right now, all I cared about was pushing away the tears forming behind my eyes, and to get Cain Michaels as far away from my thoughts as humanly possible.
“Come desideri, la mia preferita.”
Pushing my legs apart, Sly tossed the Rose toy behind him on the couch and placed a hand on each of my thighs as he positioned himself laying on his stomach, his face in line with my pussy. He descended on it, sliding his tongue through my slit, tasting my juices. He felt like heaven.
Still stimulated from him using the toy, I audibly gasped and slammed my head back on the arm of the couch as my hips pushed into his face. “Fuck, Sly, fuckingfuckkkk.”
He chuckled against me as he brought his tongue up and flicked my clit with its tip. Sliding his hand over, he slipped two fingers inside me, pumping a few times before adding a third.
Shamelessly, I rode his fingers, humping his face while I grabbed my tits as though they single-handedly had the power to keep me from levitating off the couch.
Sly’s face shifted slightly as though something had caught his eye, but I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to follow his line of sight. His magical tongue was pushing me too close to the edge, and I was so ready to freefall.
“Keep going. Don’t fucking stop, Sly,” I moaned, feeling myself climb higher and higher.
“He’s watching, mia preferita. Even though he can’t see through the glass, it’s as though he senses you at the height of pleasure.”
My gaze shifted over to the one-way glass wall of my office, and sure enough, Cain was staring at it as though he could see me ride Sly’s face. For a moment, my brain allowed me to think that hecouldsee through the glass, and that watching me was bringing him some sort of satisfaction. Then, I remembered the glass I could so clearly see through, was still very much a mirror on the other side.
Sly removed one of his fingers and made scissoring motions with the other two. With his tongue on my clit, his fingers moving expertly inside me, and my eyes glued to the man I would have giveneverythingto, I felt my orgasm crest.
As though connected by a magnet, Cain prowled toward the glass, only stopping when he was right in front of it—so close he was practically touching it. His features carried a look I couldn’t read, and as he stood there staring at his own reflection, he crossed his arms over his chest.
My breathing hitched before it began to sputter—the air struggling to fill and deflate my lungs.
Cain couldn’t see me, but it sure as hell felt like he could. Unbeknownst to him, we were staring at each other straight in the eyes. And I was so close to coming—the pressure within me built to the point of explosion.
Sly’s deep voice vibrated against my clit as he whispered, “Come for me, mia preferita.Come forus. Scream his name.”
The last thing I remembered before I nearly blacked out from my life-altering orgasm, was the unintelligible string of moans as I came harder than I ever had on the tongue of my lover, while looking directly at the one man I hated to admit I wanted more than life itself.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Andromeda was silent today. Eerily silent. The air was still and stagnant, the stale scent of alcohol from the night before lingering. Sitting on a barstool, I tapped my favorite pen against the counter and looked down at the list in front of me. Indy breezed around behind the bar, taking a small inventory and telling me everything we’d need for the weekend as I wrote it down.
I’d almost filled the small half sheet in front of me, and the mental total I’d created brought me more anxiety with every passing item added. This would cost me a small fortune.
I tried to push away the self-doubt and the nerves, and push forward the logical thoughts instead. Andromeda was thriving. It was successful, constantly packed, and we just won second place in the Best Night Life category for Ridgewood’s Best in Business awards. I knew this weekend would be packed beyond belief, so I tried to not let the running tab of our necessities crawl its way under my skin.
