CHAPTER 40HUGH
CHAPTER 40
HUGH
It was three in the afternoon, and I was in the kitchen putting a tea bag into a mug. As I squeezed in a healthy amount of lemon, I remembered the way she’d woken up, her voice hoarse from all that screaming she’d done last night. We’d gone to sleep a little after three, which meant we were late as fuck getting in to work this morning, but I wasn’t going to rush her because she needed the rest. Texts were sent and meetings had been moved.
We didn’t make it into Foxx until noon. I could see Denise from the kitchen, her gaze was off to the side, and I could tell she was there, but she wasn’t really there. She was absolutely angelic with the sun coming through the back of her window and surrounding her with its rays.
She’d done some kind of updo with her hair, wisps of it escaped and surrounded her face. The whole time she worked on her hair this morning, she complained about how I’d fucked it up. Part of me wanted her to come to work with her shit a mess, proof that she was mine to revere and satisfy.
Even now, all I could see was the sight of her, hair spread all around her like a halo, fighting orgasm after orgasm, begging for me. Crying for me to never stop. Her eyes rolling as she clenched down so hard, I had to fight that pussy to keep it satisfied.
Every time I was inside her, it was like I gave her a piece of myself while gaining a piece of her. I refocused my thoughts. She needed me to take care of her after last night. My attention needed to be on hydrating and healing, not my desire to spread her out on every single surface, digging for another piece of her.
I closed my palm against the three aspirins as I walked into her office, nudging the door closed with my foot. She gave me a smile for a second before she remembered that she was annoyed with me.
“I can’t be fucking you on weekdays. Got me walking into this place hours late, looking deranged,” she said. Her voice was still hoarse. That wasn’t the only sign that she’d been well and thoroughly pleased. Faint marks on her wrists were hidden with two gold bangles. Not to mention the deep purple hickey that was still right where I’d left it on her neck. I leaned forward, running my lips across it briefly.
The way she said the word irked me. That couldn’t be what she really thought. Not after all this time and definitely not after last night.
“Me and you, we don't fuck,” I said against her skin.
When I placed the tea in front of her, she scoffed. Instead of replying, I turned her chair away from the door and back to me. Fucking was physical. What we had transcended that. When I touched her, I felt like I was connected to everything around me.
Every sigh from her lips was a sign that I was where I was meant to be. Every climax was an answer to a question I’d never had the strength to ask. Everything she did spoke to my spirit. She was mine and I was hers.
We didn’t fuck .
Confusion clouded her face as she stared up at me. Her thighs came together, and she crossed her feet beneath her chair.
“Ahh. Okay. So, what do you call it, then?” Denny’s tone was taunting me.
We still hadn’t given that word to how we really felt. It was clear that the feelings between us were real and mutual, but that ever-present competition between us kept me from saying the words first.
“Not fucking,” I replied.
“Okay, so we can’t keep not-fucking the night before work if you’re gonna put me into a dick-induced coma.” She tilted her head and a playful glint flashed in her eyes.
I leaned close to her and watched her eyes skip down to my lips and back up, dilating at the thoughts running through her head.
“You were on a date. Actually, you were on several dates. I think you needed that punishment, don’t you?” I asked.
Her nostrils flared at the word punishment before her mouth thinned into a line as she frowned up at me. The seriousness on her face made me throw my head back and laugh, which only seemed to annoy her even more.
She glared, her expression murderous.
“Boy, get the hell out my office,” she said, turning away from me.
“Not before you take these. And I know you’re dehydrated, drink the tea.” I tried to drop the pills in her hand, and she waved me away.
“I’m fine.”
She spat the words, and I tutted before leaning down, my nose touching the edge of her ear as I spoke against her cheek.
“Little Menace. Stop being a brat. The correction won’t be… pleasant.”
Her head whipped around, and I saw color start to fill her cheeks as she watched me for a second before she held out her hand to take the aspirin.
“Give them here,” she said.
Smirking, I placed the aspirin in her hand, my fingers tracing the skin beneath her bangle, watching her shiver.
“Don’t start,” she said, looking away from me and grabbing the tea.
I walked away knowing that she was taken care of and just as distracted by me as I was by her.