Page 32 of Our Little Cliche

Chapter Thirty-One

HOLLY

“Lied.” I finally come out with it, but my next string of words fumble. “I want you to… and… in my… while I’m…”

Cyrus takes a deep breath in, signaling that I follow. When I do he speaks. “Use your words for me. I need them clear.”

“I want you to do what that masked man did to that woman,” I confess, toying with my fingers behind his neck.

Oh my god.

I just said that.

I literally just asked a sweet, innocent man to break the law by doing all things taboo and sticking his rock solid dick in me while I’m unconscious, all because I am broken.

Because apparently I have some new unholy kink—which he created—that needs to be put to bed.

Pardon the pun. I guess, being a heavy sleeper might come in handy after all.

Hold on, it’s not breaking the law if I consent to it… right?

Right?

Wait, do we sign like an NDA or something? He’s not saying anything.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

My breath struggles to form as the pads of his fingers brush under my shirt, resting in the divot of my spine. “I know.”

“How could you have possibly known that? I know I said I was transparent, but jeez,” I grumble, annoyed he’d somehow guessed my secret.

“Because…” He freezes, guilt and something else I couldn’t pinpoint is written all over his face. I tilt backwards to get a better glimpse but he looks away.

“Because?”

“I accidentally caught you.”

I try and think of a million things he could mean, coming up with nothing. “Caught me what?”

“When you took my book home to read, I came around later that night to see if you wanted to go and see the northern lights with me as a welcome to Banff experience. But I didn’t expect to…

” He stops to look right into my eyes before drawing them up to the ceiling and running his hands over his face. “You were… indecent. I’m so sorry.”

Oh.

I should be shocked to my core right now that I had a man I barely knew, let alone my own boss, popping a geez through my window while my fingers were occupied with my womanhood, while thinking of him doing all those things to me, but I’m not.

“I wonder what page I was on,” I don’t hesitate saying it, seeing as I’m speaking what’s on my mind, what’s the point of holding back? He frowns at me like I’m some delusional idiot, and I’d have to agree with him.

“I just admitted that I caught you fucking yourself, and that’s what you come back with?”

“And I just admitted that I want you to fuck me in my sleep, what else could we possibly say that isn’t morbidly insane right now?”

Chills.

“You’re right this is insane. I thought I had a dark side, guess I’m not the only one.” Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair and scratches in an I can’t believe this is happening kind of way.

“Insanely hot and totally off limits?”

“Very hot. Very off limits. But oh so very mine,”

“Hmm, well even so, you can’t know everything .”

“I can. And I do. I knew you were touching yourself when I called to give you the job,”

Shit.

“Alright. You got me there.” I shrug, toying with my lip before admitting playfully. “But I bet you didn’t know it was over you,”

“I do now.”

Jesus this is incredibly hot.

“Speaking of you catching me while I… self cared. Are you who put firewood out the front of my house?”

“And inside,” he smirks and my mouth drops open, a gasp of air rushing in. “You ran out of wood to keep you warm at night, what’s a guy to do?”

“Well. Not break into some sheila’s house for starters.” I smack his shoulder but he doesn’t flinch. Actually, hitting a concrete wall would ricochet more. “But then again, I’m not just some gal as it turns out.”

“Not in the slightest. I don’t normally do things like this, just so you know. And for the record…” He brings his hands to my flesh once more. His thumbs going back to that pressure point in my hips, sending a shock wave of pleasure downstairs. “I didn’t see everything. I actually stopped looking.”

If I haven’t made it totally obvious by now, I couldn’t give two shits if you had stayed, watched, or joined in, I want to say but hold my tongue. I’ve said enough to send me to an asylum.

“Did you at least get to go home and finish too?”

I smirk, a little too un serious for this wild conversation, then a sense of relief washes over me, like I’ve taken so much weight off of my shoulders. I’d been bottling in my emotions and feelings since I woke up the morning those removalists knocked on my door.

“You’re asking me if I finished? Holly, I’m not concerned if I reach my climax or not. You, and only you are all I’m interested in. You deserve a thousand orgasms before my own… even more to make up for lost time.”

“You think you can make me cum? Not in a million years. Like I said, people have tried to but it’s impossible. Believe me,” I wave my hand around, twiddling my fingers. “These things are all that can get me there.”

“You haven’t had me, though.”