these feelings, my panties are drenched, and my face is flushed.
He’s right. I getting tired of this arrangement, too.
Exhaling my frustration, I’m at the top of his right shoulder when I feel his warm hand on my inner thigh. I immediately freeze. My heart beats faster.
His palm moves higher, raising my temperature. It’s flat against my leg, and when the side of his finger reaches the crotch of my pants, he slides it back and forth.
He’s rubbing my pussy, teasing my crotch through my clothes, and I’m not moving away.
It’s wrong and against my rules, and I’m so aroused from dragging my body against his, I could actually come.
“That’s right…” His voice is a rumbling purr. “You’re so beautiful.”
My breath tightens in my lungs, still I don’t move away.
I don’t grab his wrist and make him stop. Instead, I rock my hips in time with his movements.
“You make me so hard.” He growls. “I want to bend you over this table and fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to slide my dick inside you and come all over your sweet ass.”
“Spencer…” My insides clench, and I struggle against my rising orgasm. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” It’s a rough order.
It’s the voice of reason, giving me one last chance.
My promise to my mom, everything I know I have to do if I actually do want to be with him, be something of value, surges to the forefront of my brain.
“Stop.” I take a step back, placing my hand on my stomach. My heart is beating so hard, I turn away, walking on wobbly legs to the door and switching on the overhead light to break the spell. “I’ll just pack my things and go.”
“Joselyn…” He’s tender, but I don’t look at him.
I don’t know which version weakens me more, when he’s being a total asshole or when he’s being kind, lowering a bridge.
I’m not sticking around to figure it out. “You have my Venmo. I’ll text you about your next treatment.”
I wouldn’t characterize it as running, but I don’t stop until I’ve made it to the elevator. I don’t look back.
Chapter 16
Spencer
She ran.
Again.
I couldn’t resist anymore. She was so close to me, rubbing her body against mine. Her hair tickled my shoulders, her breath skirted across my skin. I’d done my best to be good. For three sessions, I’d followed her rules. I’d distracted us with conversation. I’d distracted myself with hating the whales.
Then she put on the sultry piano. The scent of lavender and patchouli was heavy in the air. She ran her fingers all over me, and I couldn’t stop it.
I reached out and put my hand on her, and she ran.
I touched her in the way I know she loves. Why the fuck is it wrong to give her what she wants?
Growling as I slide my hand over the fading erection in my pants, I know why it’s wrong, dammit. I don’t have to have it explained to me.
It’s just…
It’s Joselyn.
She’s mine.
What?
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I saw this woman for the first time a year ago in Daisy’s store. She hated me then because I’m sure Daisy told her I was an asshole, the Simon Cowell of the group, Mr. Freeze. She was there to comfort her cousin because of something that pituitary case had done.
I was there because Daisy had asked me for a favor.
I was the fucking good guy for once, and there was Joselyn, glaring at me like some sort of gorgeous, fiery banshee sent to suck my soul away and leave me trying to figure out what the fuck happened to my carefully ordered world.
Since she’s reappeared in my life, I’ve been off my game. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I can’t maintain my unquestionable control.
It’s intolerable.
She’s casting her witchy spell over me, massaging my muscles, healing me… And god dammit, if another man touches her, I’ll cut off his hands and shove them up his ass.
With a growl, I scrub my fingers over my eyes. I was right to let her go. This is not like me.
Snatching my phone off my desk, I hastily send a text to Miles. You said something about travel? I’m up for it. The longer the better.
I’ll get out of town for a week or so, fuck someone else, and I’ll be back to normal. Nothing resets my compass like a trip to New England. I’ll get on top of this, and we can