Chapter Two
“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck!”Ash comes gloriously right in the center of the kitchen island. Who knew what a simple stack of pancakes could lead to. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since last night. We may be still be strangers, but our bodies are already well acquainted.
“Stay just like that.” I grab my cock and yank, the throbbing sensation of an orgasm and the taste of Ash’s climax on my tongue has me unhinged. I jerk off, right there in the middle of the kitchen, with Ash’s naked body splayed out right in front of me. I explode within several seconds, coming all over her chest and stomach. It’s a magnificent sight, me, marked all over her. There’s nothing hotter than a claimed woman.
Not that Ash is mine to claim, but in the heated moment, I can pretend. Even if it’s dangerous, and treacherous and deadly to my career. Not to mention my emotions. Our emotions.
I shake the foreboding thought off.
“Are you okay?” She places a soft touch on my cheek.
“Never more perfect.” I cover my hand with hers and kiss her palm. When I’m with her, I’ve never felt more perfect. “You’re just wearing me out.” I spin the climate of the conversation.
“Oh, am I?” Her angelic face lights up. “If I recall you were the one who sat me on the counter.” She puts a finger to her mouth contemplatively. “And you were the one who hand fed me pancakes. Then started kissing me, then undressing me, then finished your breakfast between my legs.” She recounts every illicit detail.
“It was an awesome breakfast.” I beam.
“I didn’t hate it.” Ash drops her forehead to mine and smiles. “You can make some killer pancakes.”
“Is that all I do that’s killer?” I fish.
“There may be a few other things.” She hisses, and I want to attack her all over again. Jesus, my adolescent hormones are returning with a vengeance.
“When can I see you again?” I blurt the question out, no holds barred.
“When do you want to see me again?”
“Tonight?” No time like the present. Especially under the circumstances. The clock is ticking. I need information and I need Ash. I’m so royally screwed. I have never been so reckless before, but she just does something to me. Makes me feel like a different man. It’s like she’s the part that was missing. The puzzle piece I never really searched for but can’t live without now that I found it. Or maybe it found me?
“I can’t tonight.” She frowns. “I have to work.”
“And work is doing what exactly?” We are slowly but surely getting to know each other, uncovering little details about each other as we go.
“Banquet server. Whenever I’m running low on cash I pick up an odd or end shift.”
“Low on cash? Shouldn’t you be okay on that front?” I hint.I mean, I did just pay a small fortune for your virginity.
“I’m not keeping any of that money.”
That information makes me suspicious. “None? Then why do it?” A million different reasons run through my head, none of which I can voice.
“It’s personal.” She shrugs.
That’s it? It’s personal.
“Ash, are you in trouble?” I can’t stop the question.
“No.” Her answer is confident.
“Then why sell your virginity if you don’t get any of the profit? Did someone force you?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. But I can’t discuss the details. It was my choice, Eli. And I don’t regret it.” There is so much encoded in that statement. First and foremost, that she doesn’t regret me. My heart hammers. Every moment that passes, the more tangled the web of deception becomes. And the more enthralled I become with her.
“I want you to know, you can trust me. You can come to me with anything, no matter what. No matter what conspires between us. I’ll be here for you.” I pledge to her right here and right now. I want her to know she’s safe with me. “I know you barely know me, and the situation that brought us together is unique, but I mean it when I say you can trust me.”
“Strangely, I do.” She searches my eyes profoundly. All she’ll ever find is sincerity.
“Good.” I drop a binding kiss on her lips.
“I need to clean up.” She shivers a bit.
“Cold?”
“And sticky.”
“How about a hot shower before you leave me.”
“That sounds nice.” I help her off the counter. I don’t want her to go, but how desperate would I look if I tried to persuade her to stay? “I can come over after my shift, if you don’t mind the late-night company?” she says as I turn the shower on.
“I don’t mind. Not at all.”