Page 33 of High Rise Secrets
“Okay. Would you want to come for Sunday dinner with my family?” Her body stiffens, and she takes a deep breath. “Just Mom and my sisters,” I correct quickly, frowning. She has some sort of history with my dad. I know that now from how she reacted the first time I brought him up when I didn’t know Ember and Addy were the same person.
She relaxes and offers a small smile. “Sure. What can I bring?”
“Just yourself. If you want to bring a bottle of wine, I’m sure they’d love you for it.”
She crawls over to me and tosses her leg over my lap, straddling me. I lean back against the headboard and run my fingers up the sides of her outer thighs. Her skin is warm and soft. So fucking soft despite the muscles she has from dancing for so many years. I see the pain in her eyes—the longing for something that she will never have. I want to take that pain away.
“Use me, Addy. Use me to dull the pain.”
Her mouth drops open, but she doesn’t say anything. She rocks her hips over me, my growing length pressing against her covered core. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I pull her to me, sealing my lips over hers in a searing kiss. It’s not gentle. It’s rough. It’s teeth and tongue, a fight for dominance. She needs this. She needs the control, and for once in my life, I’m willing to give it up.
She pulls my t-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts, and I reach my hands out, feeling their weight before dipping my mouth to take a nipple between my teeth. She moans as she slides over me, her body shivering involuntarily. I nip and suck the bud until it is tight and she lets out another moan, dropping her head back. Her long dark hair tickles the tops of my thighs.
“Addy, can you come like this? Using my cock like this to get you off?” I bite on her nipple when she doesn’t offer me a response fast enough.
She pulls in a shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.”
I growl in her ear.Those two little words…
Jesus, she looks beautiful as she rocks over my length. I hold her hips down and thrust up, adding more friction to her clit, and she shivers again. My lips find the skin between her neck and shoulder, and I nip at it, making her gasp. Her fluid movements become sloppy as I help rock her back and forth.
“Come for me,” I demand. She bites her lip and grasps my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin, no doubt leaving the markings of her pleasure behind. Her body tenses as she lets herself go on a moan, dragging herself across me, wetting my boxers in the process. She drops her head, resting it on my shoulder as I run my fingers through her dark locks.
“Your turn,” she whispers, but doesn’t pull her head away from my shoulder. As much as I want to get off, I didn’t do this so we could be even. I feel her heartbeat match my own, calming until we both return to normal. The fuzzy edges of lust in my vision have dissipated, so I run my hands soothingly up and down her back and kiss her hair.
“Later. Can I hold you for a while?” She snuggles against my chest, nodding against it, and when her breathing evens out, I know she’s sleeping peacefully again. My dick is still hard as a rock. When she shifts her weight, I bite my lip, holding back a moan. I slide her leg off me to make her more comfortable, pulling her against my chest again.
This is so fucked up. This is the last type of relationship I’m supposed to be in, yet I can’t stop it. I don’twantto stop it. Addy feels like heaven in my arms. I’ve been alone for so long; I can’t even remember what it’s like to hold someone at night. The last few girlfriends I’ve had didn’t work out for one reason or another.
They weren’t Addison.That’s why they never worked out. They weren’t the girl I was meant to be with.
I try to keep the thoughts at bay, but they rise up anyway, especially with my nose buried in her hair, smelling her sweet aroma. I’ve fought these feelings for so long, it seems like a dream that she’s here—that she’s mine.
She’s not yours.
The little voice in the back of my brain is really starting to piss me off.Not yet. She will be, though.I close my eyes, hoping to dream of the sexy woman currently in my arms.
* * *
The week has gone by quickly,and I have Addy to thank for that. Every morning, she comes to work in a sexy little outfit that makes me want to rip it off her, and every night, I get to do just that. We haven’t had sex again in the office, but that’s not for my lack of trying. I’ve locked her in my office twice this week, hoping for a repeat, but she’s kept it professional. I admire her self-control.
Sunday night comes, and I pick her up to take her to my mom’s for dinner. I hope my sisters, Stephanie and Liz, don’t embarrass me too much. I’ve never brought a girl with me for Sunday dinners, and Mom was excited when I told her I was bringing someone. I’ve received an array of messages in a group text between the three of them, all wanting more information.
It’s been non-stop, and while it’s annoying, I kind of like how excited they seem to be. Liz is my older sister and is married to Donnie. The two of them have one kid, my nephew Stevie, and Liz said he’s enough. Stephanie is my younger sister. She seems to flit in and out of relationships like me, not ready to commit. The girls have been trying to set me up for months with anice girl, as Mom always says.
It’ll be nice to get them off my back, for a little while anyway. Donnie and Stevie won’t be there tonight. Boys night out, as Donnie called it. They went to a baseball game. The boys are always my buffer from the onslaught of questions, so I anticipate I’ll be screwed tonight.
When I pull up, Addy is already waiting for me. She’s wearing a light pink sundress with a pair of strappy sandals. Her lean legs look amazing as she walks to the passenger side and slides in. I can’t keep my hands off her.
“You look amazing, Addy.” I slide my hand up her thigh and kiss her cheek, my fingers rubbing the inside of her leg. She moans and places her hand over mine, stopping my ministrations.
“I don’t want to meet your mom all worked up.” She smooths her dress out, and I can see how nervous she really is. She’s sitting straight in the seat and is looking straight ahead.
“Addy, they’re going to love you, don’t worry about it.” I take her chin between my thumb and knuckle, turning her face to look at me. “You’re perfect.” I lean over the middle console and brush a light kiss to her lips.
“What am I supposed to tell them I do for work? I can’t tell them I work for you, and I sure as hell can’t tell them I’m a stripper.”
I shrug. “You’re the best executive assistant for a big CEO. You’re very good at getting him coffee, putting together contracts, and sucking his cock,” I tease. She narrows her eyes at me, and I offer her an ear-splitting grin before pulling out onto the road so we can get there on time.