Page 96 of Reluctantly Yours

“So, when do the cat claws come off?” Jules asks, reaching for another bag to fill with books.

We’re spread out in the conference room at St. Clair Press. The table is covered with books and other supplies to assemble the takeaway bags for the Books 4 Kids event.

“The photoshoot is at ten. Then I’m going straight to the nail salon to have them removed.” I glance at the clock. I’ve got forty-five minutes before the photoshoot.

“I don’t know how you’ve managed all week.”

I press the sticky part of a sticky note onto the stack of bookmarks. When I lift it, the bookmark comes with it, then I detach the bookmark and place it into the bag.

“It’s called getting creative.” I smile.

Jules laughs at my system for putting bookmarks into the bags, but seriously it works. That’s how this week has been. Finding work arounds for tasks that having these long nails make difficult. Using a quarter under the tab of a soda can to open it, wearing elastic waist skirts, and while I love holding a book when I read, I’ve discovered a new appreciation for audio books.

“Is that what’s happening between you and Barrett?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “You’re ‘getting creative’?”

I can’t help but blush at the memory of the last four nights. Barrett’s mouth on me, those proficient fingers of his thrusting inside me. The orgasms I’ve received softening the blow that Barrett has beat me at WordIt four days in a row. I’ve still gotten the word correct, but Barrett has been faster.

I’m counting down the minutes until my nails are a reasonable length, but I also have to wonder what will happen between Barrett and me once they come off? And there’s also the frustration that I still haven’t touched him yet. I didn’t think it would be that frustrating, but after everything we’ve done and I have yet to hold his cock in my hand or put it in my mouth, I’m starting to go insane.

“Did you get any action last night?”

“He ate me out on his desk. Two orgasms,” I say, trying not to pout.

“So, no,” Jules makes a motion with her hand and places her tongue into her cheek.

“No. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I’m an excellent WordIt player, how does he keep beating me?”

“What about your list?” she asks.

“What about it?”

“Don’t you still have one more request?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Yes.”

I think about our agreement and the request list that Barrett set up at our lunch meeting weeks ago. How he said I wasn’t using my requests wisely.

“So, request to suck his dick.”

A strangled laugh escapes me. “Oh my God. I cannot do that.”

“Why not? That’s how you started this whole WordIt thing, because he was desperate to have you. You said he’s rock hard every time you fool around. Maybe he doesn’t want to rush you. He’s waiting for you to be ready to suck his monster cock.”

“Jesus, Jules.” My eyes dart to the door. The conference room is all glass. We’re in a fishbowl. I just hope no one passing by can read lips.

“No one can hear us.”

With Barrett’s nightly WordIt victories this week, I’ve gotten over the anxiety I was feeling about hooking up with him, feeling awkward about his mouth between my thighs. We’ve done things I never even considered, let alone thought I would like.

It’s because I trust Barrett. I like giving him control of my body, knowing he will make it good while also pushing me out of my comfort zone. I can’t imagine feeling that way with someone else. These thoughts stray way outside of the ‘we’re just hooking up because we’re fake dating’ boundary that I’ve assured Jules I’m staying inside of.

When Lauren texted me earlier and asked if I had a plus one to her wedding—she’s trying to decide if she wants a head table with all the wedding party or a sweetheart table for just her and Jeff—I only fantasized about Barrett spinning me around the dance floor in his tux for ten minutes before I responded that I would be dateless.

Barrett and I will be broken up then. The six-week timeline for our agreement will be expired. While we’ve hooked up, Barrett hasn’t indicated that anything has changed. We’re still getting what we both want, but now I’m getting orgasms.

I grab another bag from the stack and go through the motions of filling it. Jules continues to work, her focus no longer on Barrett’s monster cock, but telling me a story about the date she went on last night. The guy asked if they could have sex before they went to dinner because he doesn’t perform well on a full stomach.

As Jules continues her story, I think about the blank space I have left on my list. Jules is right. I don’t want to wait any longer to put my mouth on Barrett.