from dialing his number. My gut told me it was the right thing to do, but a mysterious voice deep inside me was begging me to hold off.
I knew that I needed to go home at some point. The thought of doing that alone was nausea-inducing. But going home with Oliver by my side would be worse. Right?
It was shameful to admit––even to myself as I sat all alone in my apartment––but there was some sliver of my heart that wanted to take this trip with Oliver. He was sexy beyond compare, and he had a positively magnetic personality. My guess was that he would be able to make my body forget, at least for a short while, how much I missed Dylan.
Although it felt wrong to be thinking of another man in that way, I couldn’t seem to stop myself when it came to Oliver. He practically oozed sexuality. Besides, with him, I could be certain that it was a purely physical act that would satiate our mutual need, but not turn into anything more.
Oliver certainly wasn’t the type to ‘catch’ feelings. The blonde and Soraya had both made that perfectly clear, and I needed to remember it.
Was I capable of having sex without forging an emotional attachment? I’d never tried before. Dylan was the only man I’d ever been intimate with, and I couldn’t imagine a greater emotional bond than the two of us had shared.
I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to try to have sex with someone else. A meaningless fling wouldn’t do anything to make me feel better in the long-run. In fact, it would probably leave me feeling worse.
My body craved skin-on-skin contact with another human, but I doubted that a quick pump-and-dump from a one-night stand with an infamous heartbreaker would do anything to help satisfy that craving. My needs were both physical and emotional. Oliver would only help satiate the former.
If I went on this trip with Oliver, he would expect to have sex with me, right? It was kind of a given on an overnight excursion.
There was no denying that there was a significant part of me that was incredibly curious what being intimate with him would be like. I had little doubt that I would enjoy it immensely while it was happening. The aftermath of our coupling, when the guilt swept in, was what concerned me.
Would I be able to look at myself in the mirror after having a meaningless fling with him? What would Dylan think if he knew I was even considering having sex with Oliver?
Shaking my head, I realized I knew exactly how Dylan would feel about this. He would not approve of me sleeping with someone I didn’t love. Dylan had always felt, as I do, that the act of making love is sacred and should only be shared between two people who care deeply for one another.
Smiling to myself, I forged a plan. I had a surefire way to make sure I wasn’t even tempted to fall into Oliver’s bed. Deciding I had this situation completely under control, I started packing for my weekend getaway with the notorious heartless hunk.
8
Oliver
I had never been so nervous about spending time with a female. But this particular lady was different. She was important to me in a way that no other woman ever had been. It didn’t make sense, and I couldn’t explain it, but that didn’t make my anxiety any less real.
My hands were clammy and my stomach churned as I paced and waited for her at the car rental lot. I couldn’t screw things up with her. She mattered too much. When I saw her walking towards me, my breath literally hitched in my chest.
The small, silver rental car was nothing special, but it was sufficient for our purposes. I loaded our luggage into the trunk, then got in the passenger’s side of the car.
As soon as Violet started the vehicle, the Bluetooth speakers automatically connected to her cell phone and began playing an audiobook. At an escalated volume, a deep male voice said, “Oh, yes, Gwendolyn! You’re so hot and wet.”
Violet jumped and began frantically pushing buttons on the dash to try to quiet the naughty book.
A woman’s voice took over the vocals. After a passion-filled moan, she said between pants, “Right there, baby… Harder… Faster... Mmm… Your magnificent cock feels so good inside me.” After an extended wail of pleasure, she squealed, “I’m gonna come!”
Just before the big event ensued, Violet finally found the