Chapter 101
Chapter 101:
“Dion, I get what you’re saying. But… I’m… I don’t think I’m ready for that. I mean, it’s practical, I get that, but…” I hesitated, not sure how to explain the knot of emotions forming inside me.
“Hey, look… I’m sorry. Let’s… Um, why don’t we forget about this for a moment, okay?” Dion looked uneasy, as though he’d just realized the depth of what I was revealing. I was essentially telling him that I wasn’t ready to move forward.
That night, he went home. After many nights of having him in my bed, Dion decided he needed to go home, and I let him. Maybe he needed time to think. Hell, maybe I did too. But one thing was clear: I wasn’t ready to clear a space in my walk-in closet. Not for him. Not for any man.
Knowing that Dion was pulling away from me had left me in a funk. I kept myself busy, but I couldn’t help glancing at my phone now and then, sighing whenever I didn’t see a text from him. It had been two days, and I knew he might be caught up with something else. Still, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that he might be with someone else.
Then again, maybe I should be grateful if he was. Our sex had been incredible, and perhaps it was better to let it end while things were still good. Office affairs were always messy, and I knew I’d been foolish to let it happen in the first place.
It was by the end of the week when I finally received a text from him, asking if I was free that night. I should have said no, but my body had other ideas.
“Hey,” I greeted him at the door after letting him up the elevator.
“Hey,” he replied, his smile so damn sexy that I couldn’t help but pull him into my penthouse. His kiss was intoxicating, and I fell into it as if we hadn’t been apart for days. And sure enough, it had only been days, but I was already craving his touch. I was so damn horny for him, and his sleazy expression told me he knew exactly how I felt.
“You’ve been busy?” I asked after we pulled away for air.
“I’ve been tangled in a project with the marketing team on the fourteenth floor,” he said.
I knew it was just an excuse. He could have easily come over after work, but he hadn’t. I understood he was trying to make a point, but I was too hungry for him to care. Sex. I wanted him, badly. I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me until I was boneless.
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“So…” I stepped closer, making my intentions clear. He came to my place knowing exactly what was going to happen, knowing what was expected the moment he stepped into my private space. We weren’t going to discuss work, or life. “How are you? Still busy p>
Maybe he was trying to play hard to get. It was unexpected, and a bit strange, but I pressed on and placed my hands on his hips. A smirk appeared on the side of his lips as he broke into a smile, moving his hands to my hips and pulling me flat against him.
“Not right now. Right now, I’m hungry. Hungry for you…” I pressed my lips to his, eager for him to feel the same hunger I did. I moaned when he returned my kiss, but whined when he pulled away. I couldn’t believe I was mewling like a damn kitten as he pushed me against the wall. My front felt the coolness of the wall as his groin pressed firmly into my ass.
“Ah… still the same needy slut, huh? Damn… Mr. Davenport, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered when my hips wiggled back, pressing against his hardness.
“Me too,” I moaned as I was flushed against the wall, groaning when I felt his hand stroking the front of my pajama pants. I could feel his smile on my neck as he realized I was naked underneath.
Two shattering orgasms later, his arm wrapped around my waist as he spooned me from behind. I was finally boneless, too damn relaxed, when I told him to stay the night.
“Of course. We don’t have to work tomorrow, and I still miss you p>
“Dion, I’m sorry about p>
“I know. And honestly, I think it’s good we took some time apart during the weekdays.