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“What?”
She grabbed my wrist. “Stop thinking so damn much.”
I nodded. “All right.”
I dove back in, using my tongue and lips and teeth to taste and coax and explore. I held her tight as she squirmed and begged for me to let her come. The sound and taste, the feel of her, surrounded me, consumed me. I wanted nothing more than to have her come apart because of me. I didn’t even care that my cock was throbbing. I just wanted her to feel good, and I wanted to be the person that made her feel that way.
Her entire body stiffened suddenly, and she cried out my name. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, and I would’ve been content to just have that tonight. But as she came down, she reached for my waist.
“Your turn.”
Twenty-One
Sofi
I didn’t knowif Deklin was more pissed at me because of what had happened between us after Absinthe or because of what hadn’t happened. I’d used my hand to get him off after he’d gone down on me, and then we’d fallen asleep on the couch together. When I’d woken up sometime after midnight, he was gone. No note, but I hadn’t really expected one.
I had, however, hoped that he wouldn’t be weird about things when I’d seen him again yesterday morning. That hadn’t been the case, though, and I’d known it the moment I’d walked into the restaurant. He hadn’t looked at me, and he certainly hadn’t spoken to me. I’d done my own avoiding, preventing Jude from getting me alone. I definitely hadn’t wanted to tell him what had happened between Deklin and me.
In all honesty, I was ashamed. We might not have had intercourse, but it had been sexual. And Jude was paying me for it. I’d crossed a line I’d promised myself I wouldn’t, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
When the three of us had parted ways last night, I’d half-expected Jude to call me to tell me not to bother coming to the airport for the flight to Vegas, but he hadn’t, so I’d followed the original plan.
When I’d arrived a few minutes ago, he’d been pleased to see me. Deklin, on the other hand, still wouldn’t look at me. If this happened every time we touched, Jude’s plan was doomed.
Unless, of course, Deklin’s guilt made him confess the infidelity to his fiancée, and she broke up with him because of it. Maybe that would be best for everyone. It would hurt them both, I knew, but the truth might be worse. And this way, I wouldn’t have to keep up with the charade until I got in so deep that I couldn’t live with myself anymore.
I was an awful, selfish person.
“Have a seat anywhere you like,” Jude said as I stepped inside the plane. “Monte will stow your bags for the trip.”
I nodded, trying not to look like a gawking child as I moved into the main cabin. It wasn’t a massive plane, but it was far from tiny. Plush individual seats and tables, a long bench-like seat against one wall that looked more comfortable than my second-hand couch…
Thoughts of the couch brought back the other night, and my face heated. I needed to stop thinking about it, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d never come so hard in my life, and the fact that it’d happened under these circumstances just made the guilt worse.
It wasn’t only guilt for manipulating Deklin into cheating on his girlfriend, but for enjoying it. Not the manipulation part. I wasn’t that far gone, at least. But I’d enjoyed the physical part of it more than I liked. What sort of person was I if I could get off like that?
I buckled myself into one of the individual seats and looked out the window until we took off. My first time on a plane and I was getting spoiled. Even first-class would be unimpressive after this. Still, I couldn’t really enjoy the experience knowing why I was truly here.
“Sofi.”
Deklin’s voice was soft, and I hated the way it slipped over my skin, reminding me of how my name had sounded when he’d come. The feel of his hot breath against my throat when he’d said it. The way his body had stiffened as he spilled over my hand. The expression of pure relaxation and bliss that had settled on his face.
I swallowed hard and fixed a polite mask on my face before turning to face him. “Deklin.”
“I’m sorry.” He was angled toward me, but careful not to touch me. “I’m sorry for all of it. I never should have–”
“I’m not,” I cut in, knowing I needed to take this chance and hating myself for it. It was for his own good. “I’m not sorry. Not about what we did, anyway. I’m only sorry that every time I think we’re having a good time, you follow up with treating me like a leper.”
He winced but didn’t deny it. “I’m engaged. That’s why I’ve been acting the way I have. I’ve been a real bastard to you, and I hate myself for it as much as I hate myself for being weak.”
“Engaged.” I let the word fall flat. I was a good actress, but I’d never been able to pull off shock or surprise very convincingly. Devoid of emotion was easier. “You weren’t acting engaged when I had my hand around your cock the other night.”
His face turned red.
“And you certainly weren’t acting engaged when you had your tongue–”
“I know. And I’m sorry.”