“So, I need to go home every night, so they don’t figure it out.”
I didn’t realize she wasn’t allowed to be with me, that this was a hurdle in a relationship it took so long for us to have. “You can bring a change of clothes. Change before you leave.”
“That’s risky, Deacon. Someone is bound to notice me bringing a bag to work all the time.”
“Then we’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe and everything you need. They’ll never know.”
Her eyes softened.
My hand moved to her ass, my favorite thing to squeeze. “But I don’t think relationships are supposed to be a secret, Cleo. I don’t want to have to sneak around all the time. I don’t want to hide the second most important relationship in my life. That would be like pretending not to have a son…”
“I know,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve wanted you so much, but I’ve never thought this far down the road…because I didn’t think this would actually happen.” She dropped her gaze, turning quiet as the thoughts traveled through her mind. “I don’t want to get caught and lose my job, and I don’t want to walk away from this relationship either.”
I hated the dilemma in her eyes, the way her expression tightened in stress when it was so beautiful and carefree a moment ago. “Hey.” My hand slid into her hair again, pulling it from her face as I directed her stare on me. “We’ll figure it out.” My thumb brushed across her soft cheek.
She looked into my gaze, that soft expression returning.
“I’ll move.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You would do that?”
I was staring at the most beautiful woman in the world, the only person in the world who understood me, the person who had always been loyal to me. She bent over backward to help me. I’d do anything for her. “Yes.”
She inhaled a deep breath, like that meant the world to her. “Deacon…I don’t want you to leave when you love it here. And I love seeing you all the time.”
“Whatever we decide, we stay together.” My fingers dug farther into her hair. “Alright?”
An emotional smile moved onto her lips.
“We’ll figure it out.” I didn’t want to leave this building, not when it was in the perfect location, close to my mom and brother. I also loved the amenities, having someone take care of everything for me so I wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. It was a major step up from Jeremiah. And since every residence received the same amenities, the other tenants hardly showed their faces because they never needed to check their mail or organize their deliveries. It felt like I had the building to myself. “There’s a solution to every problem. And we’ll find it.”
She looked at me in a whole new way, her eyes shifting back and forth and gazing into mine, as if she couldn’t believe what I’d just said. Her hand slid over my chest before she tugged the sheets down from my waist. She straddled my hips, dropping her pussy onto my hard length.
Because I was always hard with her.
She guided my crown to her entrance and slowly sank down, inching closer until my balls rested against her ass.
I held myself up on a single elbow, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head because this felt as incredible as it always did.
Her hand pushed into my chest, forcing me back until I was flat.
Then she arched her back and moved farther over me, before she started to bounce and grind, handling my dick like she could feel what I felt. Her palms flattened against my chest, and she rode me, her tits shaking, her hair down over her chest, her blue eyes on me with her lips parted.
I held on to her hips and clenched my jaw, because she made me want to come the second she was around my length, gripping me with the force of a snake, with the wetness of a soaked sponge. “Fuck…”
Eighteen
Cleo
He picked me up at my apartment.
Once the door was open, he stepped inside and slid his arm around my waist. I wasn’t in heels, so he had to bend his neck down to kiss me, and he tightened his hold on my lower back as he tugged me against his hard body.
I melted so fucking fast.
My arms circled his neck, and my lips trembled against his, his sexy kiss always blowing me away, always making my toes curl whether I wore shoes or not. A man had never made me feel this way, physically elated me and emotionally fulfilled me. Deacon was my best friend, but he was also the best dick I’d ever had.
That made me lose my mind every time we were together.
He pulled away, taking his touch with him. He saw my bag on the couch and hooked the strap over his shoulder.