Chapter 26
Eliza
Pride fills me as I watch Mac fall over the edge completely because of me.
When he gathers himself, he adjusts his shorts and I stand.
He follows and grabs my clean hand and leads me into the washroom where I wash my hands before he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed and pulling a giggle from me.
“It’s your turn,” he says, and my jaw drops slightly.
I shuffle back on the bed until my head hits the pillows, and Mac follows with a predatory grin on his face that goes straight between my legs.
He grabs the waist of my leggings and drags them down before tossing them over his shoulder.
He slowly kisses his way up the inside of my left leg, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.
He eyes hold mine as he makes his way higher and higher.
When he finally reaches my panties, which are probably soaked, he grins. He runs his finger over the fabric as he says, “You’re pussy is already begging for me.”
Embarrassment should be filling me, but I can’t find space for it with how turned on I am.
He hooks a finger into them at each hip, quickly removing them.
He leans forward and slowly drags his tongue through my folds, and I drop my head as I release a deep breath and bite my lip.
He takes his time, moaning as though he’s getting as much pleasure having his face between my thighs as I am.
“Look at you,” he says. “You really are perfection, every inch of you.”
When his fingers tease my entrance, my back arches off the bed and his free hand finds my lower stomach, pressing down, causing me to bite my hand as I suppress a moan. It only encourages him more as his tongue and fingers work in unison to bring me to the edge.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, love. I want to hear how I make you feel good.”
My orgasm hits me, and my vision darkens as tremors hit me in waves. He keeps up his efforts until every last bit of my orgasm has been worked from my body.
I slowly open my eyes as he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. He lies beside me as I don’t move and melt into the bed.
“That was...” I don’t have words to describe what it was. Hot doesn’t even begin to in capture it.
“Brilliant,” he says.
We don’t say anything for several minutes, and then he heads into the washroom and starts the shower.
I sit up and wrap my arms around my legs as I process everything.
I feel like I’m in some weird alternate reality, because while this all feels so natural, it also feels surreal.
How I’ve gone from admiring Mac from afar to in some weird arrangement with him to help him get the position of CEO for his father's company and for him to help me lose my virginity is still baffling.
If someone had told me this would happen just a few weeks ago, I would have thought they were seriously ill.
Normally when something weird or strange happens in my life I’d go to the girls to talk about it, but I can’t with this.
I can’t tell anyone that this entire relationship is fake despite the fact that it feels more real than any of the relationships I’ve started in the past. I can’t tell them I think I’m starting to develop real feelings for a man that I shouldn’t because in mere months we’re going to go our separate ways.
Agreeing to spend two weeks with him in London went against my better judgement, too, because I know that spending that much time with him with no one from my outside life is just going to make these feelings more intense.
At the end of these six months, I have a serious feeling I’m going to end up beyond crushed, and I don’t know that I want to do anything to stop it.
Is that just a reality I have to face? Do we all have to face things that will crush us in order to be able to enjoy the good things?
Mac comes out of the washroom, pulling me from my thoughts, and I take his place. I fall back into the same head space the second I step under the warm water. These thoughts and worries consume me even as I lie in bed trying to sleep. There seems to be no escaping them in my dreams either.
We spend our Sunday in relatively the same way did Saturday.
We engage in more conversation, though, learning little new things about each other.
When I head to work on Monday, I tell myself I need to put distance between myself and Mac because if I’m going to have to experience being crushed at the end of this, I don’t need to feed into it and make it worse by spending more time with him.
I avoid him as much as possible for the next three weeks.
I avoid games, telling the girls and him that I’m working overtime as we’re getting deep into tax season, and they buy it easily enough.
I hate lying to my friends, and this is just another lie on top of not telling them about the real situation with Mac.
Lying to Mac also turns my stomach, but I can’t just tell him, Oh, by the way, I can’t spend a lot of time with you because I fear I may fall for you.
He texts me to check in, and I do my best to make it seem like everything’s okay, even if I think I’m slightly starting to lose it. His check-in texts only make the reason I’m staying away more important.
In the days before I’m supposed to head to London with Mac, Hannah comes over while I pack.
“You should totally bring this,” Hannah says, holding up a piece of lingerie I purchased shortly after Mac and I came to this agreement.
When I don’t say anything, she tosses it into my suitcase. “Is everything okay?” she asks. “You keep saying you’re busy because of work, but I’m starting to think that’s not the whole case. We’ve barely hung out over the last few weeks.”
I shuffle through clothes in my closet, needing to avoid looking at her so she can’t read my face. “Yeah, work's just crazy, and with heading to London, I want to be on top of everything. I’ll work while there, but with the time difference I want to cover all my bases.”
She doesn’t say anything, and when I turn around to put a few things in my suitcase, I can feel her studying me.
The downside of having known your friends for as long as I have and being as close as we are is it makes it difficult to keep secrets.
Hannah can read me like an open book, and I know that if she wanted to push, she’d find a way to get me to crack.
Luckily she doesn’t push. I’m sure that she’ll end up in a text conversation with the rest of the girls later, talking about how strange I’m acting.
“So, what are you going to do while you’re there? Two weeks is gonna be amazing, you’ll have so much time to be able to explore.”
“Han, I’ll be working the entire time I’m there. I’ll have evenings to do things and that’s it.”
“Liz, take time off. You need this. Enjoy yourself. If I was you and travelling halfway across the world to a place I’ve always wanted to visit, I wouldn’t be working.”
I sigh. “We’re going because Mac needs to attend some meetings and he asked if I’d go with. He’ll be working the entire time, too. If I don’t work, then I’ll be by myself in a new country. I’d rather do it this way.”
She falls back on the bed, letting out a loud breath. “I wonder how we’re friends sometimes. You’re being so boring.”
I laugh, because it’s not the first time either of us have shared the sentiment, but we love each other and I know neither of us would trade our friendship for anything in the world.
I throw a dress at her and say, “You love me.”
She sits up and puts it in the suitcase. “I do. I’m going to miss you. Two weeks and an eight-hour time difference is not going to be fun.”
“You could always pick up those overnight shifts so we’re awake at the same time.”
She laughs. “I love you, but I don’t love you enough to do that. Plus, I think Grayson might throw an actual tantrum if I did.”
“He’d work them right alongside you. You have that man on a literal leash.”
“Oh, he’d work them, but then I’d have to listen to him bitch about it.”
I laugh, knowing it’s true. “We’ll do something when I get back.”
“Too far away.”
“You’ll live.”
I throw a few more things into my suitcase before walking Hannah out. We hug, and I promise to send her pictures of the trip as she reminds me to have fun.