Like a fucking child.
And then I’d proceeded to make up even more bullshit about my imaginary partner. When they asked for details, I’d given them sparingly. Never a name. Never an actual description. Just vague references to how happy I was, places we went, things we did.
And in all that time, I wasn’t ever able to admit I’d lied. I was too deep in it now, but more than that, I was so,soglad that they’d stopped bringing up Lyle.
Blah.
Now there was tons of guilt sitting in the pit of my stomach like a stone. Guilt that my cowardice had dragged Beau into the shit-show that was my life.
But I couldn’t deny that a huge part of me was excited to have Beau in my room for a week. To pretend he was mine. All mine. Fuck, there was so much I wanted to do with him, and he wasright there.
I had expected to feel some amount of panic at having someone so close again. At least a little dread at the thought of evenpretendingthat I’d given my heart away again.
But there was none of that.
Being this close to Beau made all my knots loosen. He was such a comforting presence, so soft and honest and unpretentious.
I’d been imagining him a lot lately. How my hands would look against all those freckles.
How all those blushes would taste on my tongue.
My fantasies were filled with Beau.
It started with him on my bed, just like he was now. Except I was hovering over him as he stared up at me with wide eyes,face flushed with desire and nerves. My lips kissing down the enticing column of his throat, over his chest, to the boxers he hadn’t removed yet.
I would help him with those.
Nip a little at his hip bones as I slowly peeled his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock. He would gasp, fists clenching the sheets, when I licked at his slit, tasting his precum. He would say my name, a little nervous, a lot aroused, and slide his fingers through my hair when I took him into my mouth. He would moan when I told him how good he was being for me. How good he tasted. How much I loved hearing all his moans and sighs and gasps. And when he came, his eyes would roll back, his fingers would fist in my hair, and my name would be the softest sigh on his lips. I would kiss those lips and capture my name.
Fuck.FuckI was so hard. I glanced at Beau, who was half a foot away and had his back to me, then palmed my aching dick through the sleep pants I’d put on just for him. I had refused to wear a shirt, though. I was used to sleeping naked or in my underwear, so even just putting pants on felt like a big concession.
I couldn’t stop myself from stroking down my shaft, palming over the tip. Fuck, I needed to come. I wouldn’t be able to sleep like this.
As slowly as I could, I got up from the bed and quietly made my way to the door, opened it, then padded down the hall to the bathroom. When the door was shut and locked, I shoved my pants down, gripped myself hard, and stroked fast. Every breath shuddered out of me, and it wasn’t long before I was coming, that sharp, expansive burst of pleasure zinging along my nerve endings, leaving me gasping.
I cleaned up and fixed my clothes, then went back to my room. Beau had turned around, was facing me on his side now,one arm draped over my half of the bed. I slid under the covers and scooted back into him, lifting his arm and pulling it around my waist. I held it there, resisting the urge to slide my fingers between his.
He was warm against my back, his soft, even breaths fanning along the nape of my neck, and a deep contentment spread through me as I drifted off.
I wokeup alone and so well rested I felt like I’d already had three cups of coffee.
The smell of bacon permeated the room, and I sat up. My gaze caught on the three monitors Beau had set up on my desk, and I smiled. I’d seen him working a few times, and he was always so tuned in to whatever he was doing that he’d never noticed me hovering at the door, watching him.
Like a creep.
I had no idea what coding entailed, and even if he told me, I already knew it would sound like he was speaking a foreign language. Computers and technology were not my forte, but there was something about seeing Beau in his element that was just…really sexy, honestly.
He exuded so much confidence as he worked. And those few times the quiet notes of his deep voice had beckoned me to move closer, to listen. I wasn’t sure who he was speaking to—co-workers? His boss?—but god I loved his voice.
He spoke on the phone with a self-assurance I’d never heard from him before, and that side of Beau was just as attractive as his shy, quiet side.
Throwing the covers off me, I got up and followed the mouth-watering smell of bacon. All the synapses in my brain misfired when I saw Beau in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, moving between two frying pans. He had an adorablelook of concentration on his freckled face, and my eyes were drawn to the bottom lip he was currently worrying between his teeth. I wanted to coax him to let go of it with my tongue.
“Ah! There he is. Jeez, Lea, where’d you get this set?” I hadn’t even noticed Judy, who was sitting at one of the stools by the counter. She came over to me and snapped the waistband of the red panties that were peeking out over the top of my pants. I looked at Beau, who quickly glanced away and was blushing so hard that he looked like a ripe strawberry. Especially with all those freckles.
I moved Judy’s hand away and said, “I got these from some German store. Online.”
“Do they sell them for women too?”