I was still hovering in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness when Mia shifted against me. Her hand began to move. Slow, sleepy caresses that drifted lower across my stomach, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath my shirt.
My breath caught as her leg slid between mine, her body pressing closer. Still asleep, her movements guided by some subconscious desire, she nuzzled her face against my neck, her lips brushing my skin, sending fire racing through my veins. My dick twitched and I had to bite back a groan.
I should stop this. I knew I should. But her touch felt so good, so right, and my sleep-addled brain couldn’t form a coherent objection. I found myself responding, my hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair.
Her hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, warm against my bare skin, tracing the ridges of my abs before sliding down. Her touch grew bolder, her hand drifting lower, fingertipsteasing the trail of hair below my navel before slipping beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. When her fingers wrapped around my already hard cock, I couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped me, my hips instinctively arching into her touch.
The sound seemed to break through her dream state. Her body suddenly stiffened against mine, her hand freezing in place as awareness dawned. Her eyes flew open, meeting mine, shock and mortification flooding her expression as she realized exactly what part of me she was gripping.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, jerking back so quickly she nearly fell off the couch. I reached out to steady her, but she was already scrambling to her feet, her cheeks flaming red in the dim morning light.
“Mia,” I started, pushing myself up onto my elbows.
“I am so sorry,” she blurted, backing away from the couch, her eyes wide. “I was asleep and I didn’t realize and oh my god I was totally groping you, wasn’t I? I can’t believe I did that.”
“It’s okay.” My voice was still rough with sleep and something else entirely. “Really, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not fine. It’s so not fine.” She was gathering her things now, movements frantic as she shoved her feet into those ridiculous pink slippers. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep here in the first place and then to wake up like that and oh god, Jack, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Mia, please,” I stood up, trying to calm her, but she just backed further away. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She was already heading for the door. “I have to go. I’m so sorry. This was... I just... I have to go.”
Before I could stop her, she had grabbed her coat and was fumbling with the front door lock. Pickles trotted over, looking up at her with confused concern, but even his presence wasn’t enough to slow her retreat.
“I’ll call you later,” I managed to say, just before she slipped out the door with a muttered goodbye that I barely caught.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me standing alone in my living room, hard as a rock, wanting her with an intensity that shocked me.
Pickles whined softly at the door as the sound of Mia’s car starting echoed through the quiet.
“Yeah, buddy,” I sighed, “That didn’t quite go as planned.”
I scrubbed my hands over my face. It was time to accept reality. My feelings for Mia were becoming something real, something powerful, something I’d never felt in my life. Fuck.
MIA
Igripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, blinking furiously against the hot tears threatening to spill over. The morning sun glared through my windshield, making my eyes burn even more as I navigated the quiet streets away from Jack’s house.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered, the word becoming a mantra as I replayed what had just happened. I’d fallen asleep on Jack’s couch. Woken up practically on top of him. And then, in some sleep-addled haze, I’d shoved my hand down his pants and grabbed his...
“Oh my god.” I groaned, fresh mortification washing over me in another scalding wave.
What the hell had I been dreaming about? Actually, that part wasn’t hard to figure out. My subconscious had clearly decided to take my overwhelming attraction to Jack and run with it, leading to the most embarrassing moment of my adult life.
I stopped at a red light and dropped my forehead against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths to calm the panic racing through my system. Jack’s face flashed in my mind. He hadn’t looked angry or disgusted. Just surprised. Maybe even a little...interested?
No. That was impossible.
Sure, Jack cared about me. The notes proved that. And maybe he even liked me as more than an employee or fake girlfriend. But there was no way he was actually attracted to me. Notthatway. Men who looked like Jack, with their perfect bodies and chiseled jaws, didn’t desire women like me. That wasn’t how the world worked.
The blaring horn behind me jolted me back to reality. The light had turned green. I pressed my foot to the gas.
What was I going to do now? I had to see Jack every day at work. Sit across from him in meetings. Continue our fake relationship charade in front of my family. How could I possibly face him knowing I’d basically molested him in my sleep?
The complete disaster that was my life right now overwhelmed me. I’d gone from having a perfectly professional relationship with my boss to sleeping on his couch, hand wrapped around his morning wood, in the span of a few weeks. If I didn’t handle this carefully, I’d end up unemployed and heartbroken.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, I’d formulated a plan. It wasn’t a good plan. In fact, it was probably the most cowardly plan possible: avoid Jack until I could trust myself around him again. Keep things strictly professional when interaction was unavoidable. Pretend nothing happened. Like I said, it wasn’t a good plan.
