Chapter 32
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Drew
The sound of my phone pinging on the nightstand causes me to roll over in Will’s bed.
Eyes still closed—because I’m not a morning enthusiast after I was kept awake all night—I stretch my fingers across the mattress and find nothing but bedsheets.
Feeling lonely, I reluctantly crack an eyelid. Sure enough, the only part of Will left in the bedroom is his woodsy cologne on the pillows.
“Will?” I pathetically call out. “I need coffee to function.”
At first, I’m met with nothing but silence until the faintest sound of music filters from beneath the closed bedroom door.
“Will?” I try again, voice still just as pathetic as before.
With no answer, I roll the other way in bed and grab my cell from the charging pad, smiling when I read Mom’s sarcastic message.
Mom
So, apparently, I have this 21-year-old beautiful daughter named Drew. Have you seen her anywhere?
She’s right. We’ve barely seen each other in weeks, and that isn’t like me. I’m the biggest homebody in Seattle.
Me
She’s still here, just insanely busy with work and life. I’m sorry.
Mom
All will be forgiven with a meal at our favorite Mexican place tonight. Shall I book a table?
I wince, knowing I can’t make it and how disappointed she’ll be.
Me
I’m actually meeting a friend for dinner tonight. She needs some girl advice, and I can’t let her down.
Mom
When can you fit me into your busy schedule? I feel like since you’ve been working with Will, we’ve hardly seen each other. Remember to take a break, Drew. You can’t pour from an empty cup.
If only she knew how busy Will has been keeping me. At some point, I know I need to tell her everything. Today isn’t that day.
In truth, I need to talk to a lot of people about what’s going on since the hookup arrangement is now so much more.
Last night, he asked me to be his girlfriend—or at least, he made his feelings really freaking clear.
Colton deserves my full disclosure, and if that means stepping back from being Will’s publicist, then I need to bite the bullet and come clean.
Dread swirls inside me at the prospect of how my boss will react. There’s a chance he’ll fire me on the spot, but at least I’ll have done the right thing.
No more secrets. No more sneaking around. No more worrying about the damage we could do to our families. I could step away from First Line and look for another job in PR without the whole world finding out.
But after Colton, the next person I should open up to is my mom. The woman whose arms have always been my safe space without fear of judgment.
With a lump in my throat, I type out another response to her.
Me
How about this Saturday night? I can book the Mexican place.
Mom
Just you and me?
Me
Yes.
Mom
Sounds perfect. I miss you so much. Don’t forget to come home once in a while. Otherwise, I’ll be showing up at your place, unannounced, just so I can get a glimpse of my baby girl. It’s hard enough already with Marley over in Vancouver.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Will’s smiling face peers around the bedroom door before his whole—and totally naked—body comes into view.
My mouth waters as I take in the finest male physique I’ve ever seen.
He slides into bed next to me, cupping my head in his huge palm.
Like always, I melt into his kiss, phone slipping from my hand onto the floor when every muscle relaxes beneath his touch.
I can’t walk away from this. From him. I’m convinced there is no one out there who can make me feel the way Will does. No job could ever come close to this happiness whenever I’m around him or the fizz of the electric current each time we touch.
“About last night …” I purr into his mouth.
The second he carried me into his apartment, he was inside me. Aside from my gasps and his name falling from me on repeat, we’ve barely spoken a word to each other in favor of letting our bodies do the talking.
This morning, I have plenty to say.
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Will chuckles against my lips, like he’s manifesting the words he’s desperate to hear from me.
I don’t respond, and after a beat, he pulls back to look at me.
His full lips are swollen and red, and I reach up, running the pad of my thumb across the bottom one, loving the way his breath hitches in response.
“Don’t play with me, Drew. I know we mess around a lot, but my heart can’t deal with you—”
I cut him off with a kiss of my own, just like he’s done so many times before with me.
“I’m not playing with you, Hotshot. If dating me is still what you want, then I’m all in.”
All I get is wide brown eyes and silence.
“Say something,” I plead, heart thumping at an erratic pace.
After what feels like forever, swollen lips curve into a familiar cocky grin. “Call me your boyfriend.”
I blow out a laugh. “You’re the wildest person I know, without a doubt.”
Will moves on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his knee. I’m also naked and now incredibly turned on, thinking over what he might do with me next.
One hand dips beneath the bedsheets, and two fingers push into my pussy.
My jaw hangs open at the first stroke against my front wall. If I wasn’t already falling for him, then I’d be stupid to walk away from his ability to please my body.
“Am I your boyfriend, Baby?”
My eyelids flutter closed.
So many emotions.
“Yes,” I whimper out, now even more pathetic than earlier.
“Say that this pussy is mine,” he croons, adding another finger to fill me.
“This pussy …” I open my eyes and see nothing but pure adoration staring back at me. “It’s yours.”
Will pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I spread my legs like the needy girl I really am.
“I want to have sex with you. I need you inside me,” I beg, knowing that I’m entirely responsible for the egotistical look on his face.
The bastard pulls out his fingers and licks them clean in front of me.
“That’s just girlfriend cruelty,” I complain.
“Girlfriend,” Will whispers into my neck. “I love the way that sounds, coming from you, although I have bad fucking news.”
I set a hand in the middle of his chest and push him upward. “Don’t scare me with those kinds of statements. Did something get out about us?”
Will strokes a thumb across my cheek. “No, nothing like that. I think I left my phone in the locker room yesterday. I’ve been searching everywhere for it, and I can’t remember where I last had it.”
His eyes settle on the gold chain around my neck. The one he gave me last night.
“Wait. I took a photo of you wearing this before we left your office.” He drops his head against my chest and sighs a relieved breath between my tits, causing me to giggle from the sensation.
He snaps his head up, delighted at how ticklish I am.
“I can grab it for you when I head into the office.”
He shifts his hips forward, the head of his dick sliding just inside my entrance.
“And now I have the perfect excuse to spend tonight with my girl.”
I lift a suspicious brow. “William, did you plan this whole thing so I would be forced to return your phone?”
He rears back in mock hurt. “No. I genuinely forgot it. You have this effect on me, where I lose my goddamn mind around you.” Thick fingers tease my ribs as he fills my pussy.
I don’t know whether to laugh or moan.
In the end, I do both.
Ten minutes and another orgasm later, I’m sitting at Will’s kitchen island with a steaming mug of coffee, watching him make blueberry pancakes.
I’m dressed in one of his old college training tops while he is only allowed to wear a pair of black boxer briefs. These days, I prefer my breakfast with a beautiful view.
“I can bring your phone over after work, but I can’t stay overnight.”
Will rounds the island, muscles flexing as he spins my stool to face him. “You work way too late every night. You need to take it easy.”
I smile up at him, remembering the text conversation I had with Mom.
“I’m meeting a friend tonight for a meal. I can swing by with your cell on my way home to get changed after work.”
He pushes some messy hair behind my ear and whispers into it, “I’m going to pretend like I’m not jealous of this mysterious friend.”
I roll my lips together in amusement. “I’d be jealous if I were you.”
“Brat,” he softly scolds, playfully biting down on my earlobe. “Is this friend a guy I need to lay some ground rules with?”
I shudder and clench my thighs together at the sensation of his mouth. “I’m actually heading out with Vesper, the head bartender at Riley’s. We’ve gotten friendly, and she needs some advice after breaking up with her boyfriend.”
Will’s eyes scan my face. “What if I swung by your office with a change of clothes for you? I can grab my phone at the same time and head to the gym.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I want to.” His eyes fall down my body. “Shit. What are you going to wear to work today?” He grins, delighted with himself. “When I carried you out of the office and ruined your panties last night, I wasn’t thinking about this morning.”
I pat his cheek mockingly. “A little like how I research a place before visiting, I’m always prepared with spare panties in my bag and a clean blouse in the bottom drawer of my desk.”
“You’re too good for me.” Will kisses my jaw. “Let me swing by your place and bring you some clothes for tonight.”
“You don’t have a key to my apartment,” I counter.
He shrugs. “Leave one with me and a description of the outfit you want to wear tonight.”
I study him for a beat. “Are acts of service your love language, Mr. Jones?”
He kisses me gently. “When it comes to you? Acts of fucking everything. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. I do need you to do one thing for me if you could?”
“Of course.”
He slides his tongue along my bottom lip. “I was scheduled to collaborate on the sponsorship announcement with Repeet this morning, and I’m leaving them hanging. In the absence of my phone, could you do the honors?”
Reaching across to the stool next to me, I pull my door key from my bag and hand it to him. Next, I pick up my phone from the kitchen island and open Will’s Instagram.
He stands, hovering over me, swallowing hard when I’m met with the login screen.
“Did you sign out?” I ask him.
Intense dark eyes gaze back at me. “I updated my password and forgot to tell you.”
“Was someone trying to hack you?”
He shakes his head and comes to stand behind my stool, arms wrapping around me as he rests his hands over mine so we’re both holding the phone.
“Will, what are you doing?” I chuckle.
“Typing in the password,” he whispers.
His thumb clicks the little eye icon in the password box, and when I see the first few letters, I hold my breath, then watch him type out the rest.
Iloveyoudrew!sayyoulovemetoo
“Oh my God.”
It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience when he hits the login button, and the post from Repeet pops into the feed, Will having already accepted the collaboration.
“You love me?”
My stool spins to face him and strong hands wrap under my ass as he lifts me into his body, and I assume the regular position around him.
“I love you, Drew,” he reaffirms. “So fucking much. Maybe it’s too soon for you to say it back, but when I jumped on my laptop this morning and accepted the post from Repeet, I figured it was time for me to tell you exactly what I’d been feeling for so damn long.”
With our foreheads pressed together and my food likely ruined, I couldn’t be happier.
“When I get into work, I’m going to tell Colton about us.”
Will’s face is full of shock. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life. It’s time we came out and stopped dicking around.”
His lips are back on mine, and, God, I could do this every day for the rest of my life.
“Your dad knows how I feel about you.”
I balk at him. Strangely, the only emotions I feel are relief and hope. Relief that Will is still alive despite my dad finding out. Hope that maybe we’ll be accepted by our families or at least taken seriously as a couple.
“When?”
Guilt flashes in his eyes. “Only since yesterday. Initially, he went crazy at me, but then I told him to go ahead and bench me because I wasn’t going to stop seeing you.”
It feels like he’s looking into my soul when he speaks again.
“I also told your dad that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you or your career.
If you want me to be there when you speak to Colton today, then just say the word.
I’ll stand up in that stark-as-fuck boardroom and tell him that you’re my girl and the best damn publicist in the world.
I’ll tell him that, one day, you will be wearing my ring. ”
Speechless. I’m utterly speechless.
“You are so your dad’s son,” I tease.
“I’m all Jones, Baby, and it’s only a matter of time before you are too.” Will starts walking us back to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and tossing me onto the mattress.
I squeal and catch his face in my hands when he flops down on top of me.
“Fuck breakfast.” Our lips crash together. “I need to consummate you being officially mine.”