Page 88 of Give In

I caught sight of the time and realized I’d have to haul ass if I didn’t want to be late.

Me:Wait, aren’t you teaching a class right now?

DC:Teaching is probably an overstatement. I’m supervising a bunch of hungover idiots who’d rather be in bed while I sit behind my desk because I’m so hard thinking about how I’d rather be back in bed with you.

I shivered and clenched at nothing as something that felt strong enough to qualify as a mini-orgasm teased through me.

DC:There’s a copy of my key in your student mailbox. Meet me at my place after classes.

I was about to give him my tried and true excuse of having to work before I remembered that wasn’t true. Usually, the idea of a night off would fill me with anticipation as I imagined all the positions I could try.

On the couch.

The tub.

Sitting in bed.

Stretched out in it.

Out at the park, if I was feeling adventurous.

I’d be able to readanywhere.

Then, at an early hour, I could sleep in even more positions.

But all the tension that’d left my body came back tenfold as I thought aboutwhyI had the night off. The creeper with his mini creeper out. The increasing number of no-tippers, shitty attitudes, and unmotivated bouncers.

I had no doubt Ted and Charlie would get it under control, but it wouldn’t be within a day. If it were only one or two things, that’d be different, and I might’ve been able to convince myself to stick around. But just the thought of returning to work filled me with dread.

Maybe I’ll quit. Not because he told me to or anything.

I snorted, rolling my eyes at myself.

Don’t pretend this decision has nothing to do with Damien’s demands and my stupid desire to make him happy.

“I was gonna quit anyway,” I muttered, arguing with myself as the stressed and sleep-deprived often did. “It’d be a hellish commute from South Carolina to Sinners.”

That was the problem with acknowledging hidden truths. I was forced to face the reality.

And then lie my ass off.

Me:Can’t. Work.

I’d figured it was a good excuse that’d get him off my back and give me the night to figure my tangled knot of a life out.

Yeah, and that’s such a small feat a night is all it’ll take? Sounds way better than endless orgasms and sleeping in Damien’s arms.

DC:That’s three times in this very brief text exchange you’ve outright lied to me. More, if we count when you’re lying to yourself.

How’d he know I have the night off? He wasn’t there.

DC:Then again, if we count those as lies, pretty much every word out of your fuckable mouth would be a lie. Since I know you have the night off, I’ll say it again. Key is in your mailbox. My house. And if you lie to me again, it’ll be a repeat of last night.

DC:Actually, please lie again. You saw what punishing you does to me.

The visual of him jacking off, his come hitting the wall, was enough to make a bigger tremor sizzle through me. My insides heated and my clit pulsed, begging to be touched as though it’d been neglected for years.

You had your chance, clit.