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Her body closed around mine. Her pussy gripped my cock tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold out any longer. I jerked back and cupped my hand around myself as I jerked a few more times, cum coating my fingers until I could finally see through the haze again.
I stood there, hands coated. She peeled herself off my desk and dropped down to open my drawers. A stack of napkins lay in the bottom, and she handed them to me. “Thank you.”
She righted her clothing while I cleaned myself up. Then went to the sink in the corner to wash my hands.
When I turned to face her again, she sat on the edge of my desk giving me a lazy lingering look of appreciation. “I need to goad you more often. You seem to like slow and steady. I like fast and rough.”
I dried my hands. “I hadn’t noticed.”
A knock at the door jolted me. I met her eyes, and she hopped off the desk and came around to sit in the chair. I threw the towel on the sink and opened the door, sure guilt was etched in every line of my body and face.
Minthe stood on the other side. She marched into the office and stopped. “Oh, I’m so sorry Doctor. I didn’t realize you had a session this morning.”
Almost in slow motion, I watched her take in my rumpled hair, clothes, and the notepad on the floor. I didn’t think, I could only act.
I grabbed her hand and met her eyes. A pink blush tracked up her neck. “What did you need help with?”
I punctuated the soft caress of my hand on hers with what I hoped was a disarming smile. She shook herself, pink now in her ears, lined with glittering earrings. “Sorry for interrupting. I just brought another file I found.”
Her gaze slid to Kory and back to mine. She’s found another of her files. I lifted her fingers to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. My stomach flip flopped in my belly, and all I could think of was saving myself, saving Kory from an investigation, from the stigma.
“Thank you for taking the time. I really appreciate the effort you made on my behalf. Why don’t you come back in a bit, and we can talk about it? Or you can show me where you found them in the basement so I can take over the search myself.”
She gulped, and I heard Kory exhale from behind me. I didn’t dare look at her, draw Minthe’s attention away.
She nodded and gently slid her fingers from mine. I closed the door and clutched the file to my chest. That had been way too close. Kory and I couldn’t take these risks here while I still needed my credibility to get her safely free.
I spun around, and the look on Kory’s face felt like a slap. She’d completely shut down any and all emotion. I told myself it was likely for Minthe’s benefit, so she wouldn’t see the naked open longing there, so I wouldn’t see it and mirror it with my own.
I put the file on top of the filing cabinet and sat on the desk facing her. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. Of course not.” The tenderness didn’t leech back into her face. She remained as unmoved as stone while I scanned her features. Part of me wanted to explain to tell her I had to flirt to get Minthe out of there before she saw too much and it put both of us in danger.
She didn’t give me the chance. She walked to the door, threw it open, and left me staring after her.
Chapter Thirteen
Kory
Ididn’t flee from him. I didn’t run either. I made my way back to my room at a steady pace even if my heart and brain had all but thrown themselves under the bed before I reached it.
My presence in his life, in his office, jeopardized everything for him. A fact I knew. One I thought I’d faced until I glanced at the questions in Nurse Minthe’s too-fucking-gorgeous eyes. There wasn’t an accusation there, but a knowing had shown through.
Ash had thrown himself in front of it. Using his charm and smile to try and make her forget. But the second she saw us in any type of compromising position again, he’d get caught, tossed out. While I’d be sad at the loss of my one supporter, I couldn’t stand the thought of being the person who ruined his life, his career. So many people had taken my own from me. I wasn’t about to do the same to someone else.
I sat on my bed, and it creaked as I my weight settled too near the spring. I’d gone and fucked up. I got attached to him, and now I couldn’t stop seeing him. Eyes open, I saw him everywhere, touching me, that devastating smile he doled out too judiciously. When I closed them, I could smell the spicy scent of him around. The way his hands would play up the bones of my rib cage as if he might tease me.
I laid back on my bed and stared at the stark white ceiling. And even now, I could feel his body aligned along my hip, his forehead pressed above my ear, the weight of his arm on my chest as he wrapped his hand around the other side of my face. All in my imagination, but years of living inside my head had made those imaginings all too real.
Someone sat food on my desk, and I didn’t even glance up. I prayed it wasn’t Minthe with her lithe curves and utterly destructive lips. The nurse left, and I didn’t roll over. I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to feel this way. How did I let this happen? How did I let the emotions so deep, I wouldn’t be able to dig them out now?
A long time ago, I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached to anyone. It was bad enough having my love of books used against me. If my mother heard a whisper of how I felt for Ash, she would have my soul and his nuts bound for her own agenda in a heartbeat. I’d never see the light of day again, and he’d be the jailor my mother used to keep me chained tight.
A knock at the door.
I didn’t glance up when Styx entered. I could feel her stoic aura from where I lay. “You need to eat something,” she said.
“I’m not hungry right now. Leave it, and I’ll eat later.” Probably wasn’t true, but she didn’t need to know that.
