Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
LEXI
For the first few days after the café incident, Colten can barely handle so much as a closed door between us, which leads to many arguments about privacy while I use the bathroom.
We stick around the apartment for the most part, hanging out with our new addition and getting to know each other in a new light. We may have known each other our whole lives, but knowing someone as a friend and knowing someone as a partner are two very different things.
Colten stays busy working on tracking down the man who wants to steal me away while also keeping the business afloat, which means we don’t have nearly enough time for exploring each other’s bodies.
And considering I went years without sex, I have no idea why I’m so damn horny all the time.
I make bits and pieces of content for the app, but I find that I’m not in the mood for solo play now that I know how good it feels to have a teammate, and I start considering what my next steps are going to be for my platform.
On the one hand, I love what I do. I love creating content. I love expressing myself in that way. And I love all the behind-the-scenes stuff you never consider. The filming, the editing, the marketing. It’s kind of fun.
But now that my favorite subscriber is my boyfriend, it’s not the same anymore.
I pull a knit dress that hits just above my knees over my head and check my makeup.
Despite his best efforts, Colten can’t avoid the office today, and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t talk him into letting me stay at the apartment.
I slip on a pair of flat boots before stepping out of the bedroom. As much as I’ve enjoyed living in Colten’s shirts the last few days, I have to admit, it is nice putting on my own clothes.
He groans when I step into his view. “Wildcat, how am I supposed to focus when you look so delectable?”
I smile, stepping into his hard chest and allowing his arms to envelop me.
I’m surprised how naturally we’ve fallen into such a comfortable companionship. Being with Colten is as easy as breathing, and even though I’ve watched him flinch whenever anyone has touched him for years, he never makes me feel like my touch isn’t welcome.
“You’ll just have to wait until we get home.” I shrug.
He chuckles. “Will I? See, I seem to recall my girl has a bit of an exhibitionism kink.”
Heat spreads across my cheeks at the reminder of one of the hottest conversations we had in the time he was pretending to be a stranger.
Colten pulls me back far enough to peer down at me, his eyes sparking with amusement and heat. “You never have to be ashamed of the things you want, Lexi. Especially seeing as I share those wants.”
“We are not fucking in your office.”
He smirks. “We’ll see about that.”
Colten’s comment as we walked out the door has distracted me from the fact that this is the first time I’ve been outside the apartment since I was very nearly abducted, which may have been his intention.
He parks directly out front of the office and keeps his hand on the small of my back as he guides me through the building and into the suite of offices where he and Cruz spend their days.
There are three offices in total, as well as a conference room, and I’ve often wondered what the rest of the tenants in the building think is happening in here.
Cruz does have a host of legitimate businesses, so I’m guessing that’s what he told the real estate agent when he leased the place, but when every second person that comes in here is connected to the Mafia, surely they have some questions.
I’m led into Colten’s office, and I take a seat in the chair opposite his. I have some editing I need to do, but I’ll have to relocate to the couch in the corner just in case someone walks in.
Somehow I don’t think Cruz will be half as accepting of what I’m doing behind closed doors as Colten is, and I’m not interested in trying that theory.
At least until I decide what the future looks like, it’s better to keep it between us…and Riley, now that she knows.
Colten sets himself up on the other side of the desk, plugging in his laptop and typing out a handful of messages on his phone before he looks over at me, catching me staring.
“I’m sorry you’re spending the day here instead of at the apartment. I just can’t have you so far away right now.”
“I know, and it was probably time for me to get out of the house. At least here I’m safe.”
He watches me over the top of the laptop for another beat before he nods. “I have a few phone meetings this morning, but we should be the only people in the office today. There are some snacks in the kitchen, and we’ll order in for lunch whenever you’re ready.”
I stare at him for a moment. Why on earth did we have to come in if he doesn’t have any face-to-face meetings?
Before I get a chance to ask, his phone rings, and he switches into work mode before my eyes.
The Colten I get and the Colten the rest of the world gets are completely different people, and not for the first time, I catch myself watching him as he negotiates a deal with a chain of laundromats to launder money.
He thinks he’s not cut out for being the boss, but he’s better at it than he thinks he is, and there’s a good reason he’s the only person Cruz trusts to hold down the fort while he’s away.
When I’ve well and truly crossed into creepy stalker territory, I pull my phone from my bag and start doing some photo editing.
I don’t edit or filter my body at all, because although the stretch marks that appeared on my hips and the inside of my thighs in my adolescent years used to bother me, I’m now of the opinion that they’re part of what makes me beautiful.
I get lost in work, so it takes me a few minutes to notice the tapping before I finally look up to meet Colten’s eyes, mischief dancing in the green pools.
Once he has my attention, he motions for me to come around the desk, and I do as I’m told with hesitation. The day I told his online persona that I like to be dominated, I meant every word. Not that I’ve spent much time exploring that side of myself, but I want to. I really fucking want to.
Once I’m standing between his parted thighs, he motions toward the carpeted floor, and understanding washes over me.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and lower myself to my knees, never taking my eyes off his as he continues his meeting as if my mouth isn’t about to be full of his cock.
His eyes flick to the growing bulge in his pants, and I take the hint, quickly freeing him from his pants, and just like every time I see him, my thighs press together to ease the growing ache.
I was still feeling him two days after the first time we had sex, and staring at him now, I’m reminded exactly why.
My tongue darts across my lower lip, the idea of tasting him again turning me on far more than it probably should.
In college, my friends used to complain about how much they hated giving head, and although at the time I didn’t disagree with them, now that I know what it’s like to have Colten in my mouth, I am firmly on team blow jobs.
Another slight nod is all the permission I need to move closer and take his head between my lips, lapping at the slit for a few seconds before taking him deeper.
Colten drops his head back against the chair and uses his free hand to hold my head in place. He doesn’t want me to give him a blow job, he just wants me to warm his cock.
And somehow, that has the ache between my thighs intensifying to the point of insanity.
Something tells me this is the only reason he had to come into the office today, and you won’t find me complaining.