Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
CARA
I woke up to the delicious smell of bacon and chocolate.
I opened my eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room.
Last night was the first time I’d seen this room.
I hadn’t even hesitated when I offered to stay.
It had been an awful day, and I wanted to be there for her.
To show her I wasn’t walking away from whatever we had or could have.
She had been vulnerable with me and I didn’t think I’d be able to repay her for showing that much trust in me. I rolled over and saw that her side of the bed was empty and I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Before I could get out of bed, a tiny shadow appeared outside of the door. “I see someone’s feeling better,” I said as Nyx came bouncing into the room. He licked my face and demanded attention.
Last night was scary. I couldn’t have imagined how much worse it was for Vera, though.
I didn’t know what I’d do if I were in her shoes and my dog got sick like that.
I knew she was strong and could handle it, but I wanted to be there for her.
She was a little reluctant, but I was persistent.
I was determined to show her I’d be there for her through the hard times too.
Bali had changed things for me. I’d been stubborn and trying to forget about my feelings and I told myself it would never work between us.
Being forced to share a room together for a week had only brought us closer, and when we kissed for the second time before the wedding and finally got together, all those feelings resurfaced.
There was no hiding how I felt anymore, and it may end terribly, but I had to give us a fair shot.
I was the one holding us back. Vera had expressed her interest long before Bali, but I was the one who refused to give us a chance.
So far I wasn’t regretting that decision, and last night only helped.
Seeing her be that vulnerable with me, letting me stay and comfort her, showed me a lot about the kind of person she was, and how I’d be stupid not to have her in my life.
I smiled and got out of bed, putting on one of her button-up shirts before heading to the kitchen. I inhaled the shirt, loving how it smelled like her cologne. I never wanted to take it off.
“Well, isn’t this the hottest sight?” She turned around and smiled so brightly.
“Yes, it is. Good morning. How did you sleep?”
I walked over to the island and sat down, trying to suppress a yawn. “You know, for some weird reason, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I tried to sound irritated, but my smile gave me away.
She looked very pleased with herself and turned back around to finish up breakfast. She should’ve been pleased. While I was very tired, I was also extremely satisfied and relaxed, albeit a little sore.
At first, I tried to tell her no when she wanted to have sex. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it had been a long, tiring day and I didn’t want her to think I was taking advantage of her in any way. When she started sucking on my neck, the urge to resist fell away in an instant.
After a few more minutes of flipping and mixing things, she plated our breakfast and brought it over to the island. She filled two cups with coffee and dropped one off in front of me. I took it with a smile.
“Do you always cook breakfast in your boxers, and nothing else?” I asked.
She shrugged and winked, starting on her food. “Usually, yes. Would you like me to change?”
“Absolutely not. Are you sure you want to go to work today? I think you should take the day off and be with Nyx.”
She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “I know, but I can’t. He seems to be doing much better, and I’ll have the app open all day so I can watch him.”
“Okay, if you’re sure. He did seem to be feeling better this morning, so that’s a good thing.”
We continued to eat in a comfortable silence until she put the dishes in the dishwasher, refusing to let me help. I groaned but got up and headed to the refrigerator.
“What? I didn’t feed you enough, now you have to pillage through the fridge?”
I shook my head, getting out my supplies and plopping them on the counter. “No. You made me breakfast, so I’m making you lunch. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Is that so?” she asked, taking a step closer.
“No!” I shouted with a hand up. “Don’t you dare come any closer. I’m making your lunch and you’re going to stay right where you are. If you come anywhere near me, you’ll starve for lunch and we’ll be late for work. You go away and get dressed. Now!”
She laughed and threw her hands up in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. Damn you’re feisty this morning. I love it.” She turned around and headed to the bathroom without another word.
I hummed and started preparing her lunch. I may have left a cute little note in there, hoping her co-workers didn’t see it and make fun of her for it. I just wanted to let her know I was thinking of her.
When she came back down in her construction attire, I groaned, letting her set me on the counter and kiss me until my legs felt as if they’d fall off.
That tongue was exactly why I demanded she leave the room.
I wouldn’t have gotten anything done. She was a very good distraction sometimes. Most of the time. All the time.
I only allowed the make-out session to last for a few more minutes before I forced us apart, knowing that if it continued, we’d be late to work. Especially with how my hand was currently making its way into her boxers, and her hands were trying to lower the straps of my shirt.
“Baby,” I whispered. “I have to get ready.” I pushed her off and smiled at her frown. I was glad she was just as upset as I was.
She didn’t protest anymore, though, and lifted me up, carrying me to the bathroom and setting me down on the sink before starting the shower for me.
“I never properly thanked you for staying with me last night.”
She started kissing me again without another word and taking off my shirt and underwear before taking off her boxers and leading us to the shower. Being late didn’t sound so bad, come to think of it.
Vera: Princesa, have dinner with me tonight?
Me: I wish I could. I’ve got to work late.
Vera: Want me to keep you company? You work too hard!
Me: No, baby. That’s okay. You need to get some rest.
Vera: Seriously, I don’t mind. And I’ve got to strengthen my fingers somehow
A blush crept up my neck. I really liked the sound of that, but I had work to get done.
Me: You’re got very good fingers. And I appreciate you! But if you stay, I won’t get anything done. I’ll call you when I’m done and you can keep me company on the way home, okay?
Vera: Anything for you, sweetie. Just don’t stay too late, please.
Vera: Also, thank you for my note. I’ve had a busy day, but talking with you did make it amazing.
I’d forgotten all about the note, honestly. “I hope you have a good day today. I’ll be thinking of you.” Lame, I know, but honest.
I’d barely been able to get anything done all day, which is why I had to stay late. She’d been consuming my thoughts since I left her house this morning. She must’ve been busy all day because I hadn’t seen her and I was pleasantly surprised when she texted me.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard on my phone, heart quickening. She sent a heart emoji. What did it mean? Was that her way of telling me she— No. We weren’t going there. I wasn’t ready to go there.
“Hey, Cara. I’m heading out for the night. Are you good here?” Thankfully Eloise interrupted that line of thinking.
I blinked a few times and nodded. “Yeah, El. I’m good. Enjoy your evening.”
She looked at me, brows coming together to form a tight V. “Is everything alright?”
I shook my head, clearing away the lingering thoughts about Vera and what that emoji had done to me. “”No, yeah, everything’s fine. Just a little tired, is all.”
She looked like she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t question me on it. “Okay. Well, don’t stay too late. Night.”
I waved her off with a smile. “Night, El.”
Once Eloise left, I blocked out the rest of the world and forced myself to get some work done. It had only been two hours when I heard a knock on my door.
“Did you forget something, El?” I said without looking up.
A familiar laugh caused me to look up. “Having other women in your office? Should I be jealous?”
“Vera,” I said breathlessly. “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be gone by now. It’s almost nine.” Shit. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.
“I brought you dinner. You hadn’t called yet, so I assumed you were still here. I took a leap.” She shrugged, walking toward me with a container of something that smelled delicious. “Do you ever leave on time?”
She sat the container down in front of me and handed me a fork. I inhaled the aromas of the food and my mouth instantly started watering. It smelled amazing and I could see the steam coming off of it.
“Rarely. Did your abuela make this? It smells incredible.”
She shook her head. “No, princesa. I did. This is what I was going to make for us tonight, and when you said you were working late, I decided that we were still going to have dinner together. I only brought one fork, so you’ll have to share.”
I looked up at her, confusion and shock and so many other emotions running through me. “You made dinner?”
She shrugged. “It was quick and easy. I’ve learned a few things over the months. One being, if I don’t bring you food, you’ll die of starvation.”
I tried to laugh, but I could only smile softly. “I can’t believe you still made dinner and brought it for me. You didn’t have to do that. You should go home and enjoy your night with Nyx.”
“Nyx is fine. I’ve got my notifications turned on but he was sleeping when I left. Besides, this is where I want to be. I promise, it’s not a big deal. It’s just chicken, rice, and vegetables. Now, eat before it gets cold.”
I stood up walking over to her and wrapped her in a hug. “It is a big deal. You’re so good to me,” I whispered. It was always those little things she did that had my feelings growing for her.
She leaned back and looked at me with a serious expression. “You deserve nothing but the best.” She caressed the side of my face before bringing our lips together.
Today was most definitely not going to be a work day, that much has been made abundantly clear.
Our quickie in the shower this morning, that made me five minutes late, had been playing in my mind on a loop since I got to work.
It had me so desperate for her, that as she kissed me, I found myself begging for her.
“Lock the door.” I said in between breaths.
She smiled and headed to the door. “The blinds too?”
I nodded. She walked over to the window and shut the blinds. As soon as they were closed and she turned around, I was on her, pressing her against the window. We kissed like we were starved for each other.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” she whispered, kissing my neck.
I groaned and leaned into the touch. She turned us so my back was against the wall and lightly scratched around my throat.
I’d learned pretty early on, while I wasn’t into choking or suffocating, there was something extremely erotic in the act of just having someone’s hand there, in knowing they could, but trusting them enough to know they wouldn’t hurt me.
I moaned when she kissed me as she lowered the strap of my dress. I didn’t care if my boobs were out. All of my blinds were closed and my door was locked. No one could see us and Eloise had gone home already, so no one could hear us.
“Please, Vera,” I begged as she licked one of my nipples before sucking it into her mouth.
“Please, what?” she asked, like she didn’t know what I was asking for. She knew, she just wanted to hear me say it.
She circled my nipples a few more times and I moaned again. “Touch me, please. I need you.”
“I am touching you. You need to be more specific.”
“Vera,” I groaned. “My pussy. Please.”
She chuckled and kissed me again. “Good girl. Was that so hard?”
I had something smart to say but as soon as her fingers moved my underwear to the side and she made contact with my soaking wet clit, it died swiftly.
“Fuck,” I whispered. She was wasting no time trying to make me come. She circled my clit several times before playing with my entrance, gathering the wetness and coating my clit with it. I tried to encourage her, but she was ignoring me. I needed her inside me.
“Inside. Please.” The words came out in a panting breath but I couldn’t help it. She was turning me into a begging mess and I needed more.
She finally obeyed, slipping one finger in. It went in easily but it wasn’t enough. “More. I need more. Fuck!”
She grinned before adding a second finger. They pumped in and out of me and I was going to ask for more, but she knew exactly what I needed. She started sucking on my neck and she pumped in and out of me, her thumb showing attention to my clit.
I slammed my eyes shut and trusted her to hold me up as she thrusted into me against the wall. I didn’t think I’d ever had sex in my office, but if she kept touching me like that, I’d consider making it a daily thing.
It didn’t take long before my legs were shaking, but she stopped right as I started clenching around her fingers and lowered herself to the floor. She propped one of my legs up on her shoulder and went in, devouring me like I was her favorite meal.
Fuck! The feeling of someone’s tongue on your clit was like nothing else. It was a holy experience that I wish every woman could experience at least once.
I shoved my fingers into her hair and gripped, keeping her exactly where I needed her. Her fingers found their way into me again as her mouth sucked on my clit.
She nipped it, knowing damn well that was all it took to have me clenching and shaking above her. She held me through my orgasm and didn’t stop until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slumped down on the floor, my legs unable to hold me any longer. She helped me down slowly and kissed my forehead, adjusting my dress so I was covered again.
“I think the food is definitely cold by now.”
She laughed. “I think you’re right. You can heat it up later. At my place?”
I smiled. “That’s the perfect place.