Chapter 9
Bryn
Weeks went by as Mitch and I seamlessly kept our sex life and work life separate. No one was the wiser to our dirty little secret, and it fueled the passionate fire nicely. It was the closest thing I’d ever had to an affair, and it was thrilling, to say the least.
Mitch: I cannot wait to spank that little ass of yours raw when I get off of this shift in the morning.
Me: Only if you pull my hair while you’re doing it.
Mitch: Is there any other way?
Me: Fuck, I hope not.
“What has you all smiley over there?” Camden teased as he walked into the living room, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
“Just some stupid YouTube parody,” I lied before locking my phone and throwing it onto the coffee table.
“Mind if I turn on the Cardinals game?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Sweet. How’d I get so lucky to have such an awesome chick for a roommate?”
I shrugged my shoulders, putting my hands in the air. “Dunno. Just one of the few lucky ones, I guess.”
“Are you going out for Goff’s birthday tomorrow?” Cam asked as he flipped through the sports channels to find the ball game.
“I was planning on it.” I was nervous to go and not go all at the same time. Goff and Mitch had started to get pretty close while working together. It would be our first time being in public together since making our little arrangement, and I didn’t know how Mitch and I were going to handle it. My biggest fear would be that we ruined everything and blew our cover while things were so good.
“Awesome.”
* * *
After gettingout of the shower with Mitch, I started to towel off, staring at the fresh ink on his side. “I can’t believe you went and got that without me.”
Mitch folded his towel, putting it back on the rack. “I made the appointment the night we met, how was I supposed to know that we’d hit it off or that it would be on a night that you were working.”
The bright reds and orange of the phoenix were captivating, you could barely even tell that it was a cover up. I was so fucking thankful for his ex-girlfriend’s name to be covered up but I couldn’t admit that to Mitch. It was hard keeping the balance of just being friends with benefits when I had way more feelings for Mitch than that description implied. Yes, I had been the one to say that we could do this with no strings, but day by day I was learning that that was a complete crock of steaming horse shit.
I was hoping that the small talk about Mitch’s tattoo would last longer, but I needed to bring up the birthday party. It was giving me way more anxiety than it should and talking to Mitch about it was step one in handling my apprehensions. “You’re going tonight, right?”
He cocked his head to the side while getting the water out of his ears with a Q-tip. “For Lieutenant Goff’s birthday thing?”
“Yeah,” I answered, sliding up onto the counter with only a towel wrapped around me.
“He asked me to, and I want to. Will that be weird for you?” He leaned onto the stone counter with his hand on either side of my legs, pressing our foreheads together.
I pursed my lips. “I honestly am not sure, but I think it would be weird if one of us didn’t show up. You two are friends, and Dave really is one of my favorite guys that we work with.”
“Then we both go, we don’t make it weird, and we just have a good time with friends.” He flashed me a killer smile as he grabbed the tops of my thighs. “Besides, I’d love to see you in a miniskirt and heels again, maybe have a little quickie in the bathroom. Could be fun.”
As he nipped at the nape of my neck, I relaxed into him. “Damn, keep in your pants,” I teased, “No quickies. No getting caught. We can’t be dumb about this.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” he subtly protested, still biting and kissing down my neck and shoulder.
Pulling away from him, I put on as stern an expression as I could muster. “Seriously, Mitch, we have to be careful. I don’t want this to be ruined.”
“Fine.” He threw his hands in the air. “I was just playing around. I know we have to be discrete and cautious. I remember the rules extremely well. Doesn’t mean I have to like them, though.”