CHAPTER TWENTY
Sean
That fucking kiss.
Another twisted piece of the puzzle I keep trying to solve but never really get ahead of. It wasn’t even Layla’s perfect dripping cunt on my tongue that did me in. It was that fucking kiss.
I sit at the bar across from Layla’s clinic, sipping a double bourbon while waiting for her to finish work.
It’s a drink I fucking need after the last hour.
I’m aching and hard beneath my clothes just thinking about her and about how fucked up timing is, how unpredictable.
I palm my cock through my jeans, willing it to stand down.
It has crossed my mind that this woman is a sheer test of my will.
I’m fucking desperate for her in a way I’ve never been desperate for anyone or anything, after only days.
Every single time I think I have her figured out, or have the upper hand, she completely flips the script on me.
But when she took control and leaned in to actually take what she wanted from me? Kissing me like that when I distinctly gave her the choice to walk away?
Fuck. Those pouty lips on mine and that sweet, tight pussy on my tongue caused my entire fucking soul to shift.
I swirl the bourbon in my glass as the seedy bar bustles around me with an early after-work crowd.
That kiss sealed my fate, and her withholding my name when I knew it was on the tip of her tongue sealed hers.
I want everything from her, yet something in her refuses to give herself to me completely, and that forces me to uncover exactly what it is that’s holding her back.
I need to break the code of her psyche. She’s turned me from a man crazed to a man obsessed.
I’m deeply obsessed with Layla Monroe, and it’s an obsession I already know I’ll never come back from.
I could almost hear the dirty thoughts running through her head as she whimpered into my hand, and even without her uttering my name that kiss gave me everything I needed.
That kiss was her permission.