back is to the wall now. I push into her, lifting her hands up over her head as I continue to kiss her. Harder and wilder with every long stroke of my tongue.
She moans, and I thrust my hips into her. I want her to know what she’s doing to me. How hard I am. My cock is throbbing angrily in my pants. I want to do something about it now!
She’s wearing a pair of tight jeans that cling to her curves. I start undoing the button and zip. I’m hungry for her pussy, to feel the softness and warmth of the core of her. I’ve waited a long time already.
She kisses me harder, welcoming my tongue in, stroking the back of my head with her fingers. And then just as I’m about to push my hand down the front of her jeans, she pulls her mouth away from me. I stare her down, and I can see that her expression has changed.
She’s not looking doe-eyed and sensual, but she actually looks afraid. Is she afraid of me or afraid of going any further than this?
I pull away from her gently, just to give her some space.
“I don’t think I can do this,” she says and rubs a hand over her face. Now she’s looking even more frustrated than I feel. I hold my hands up and step back.
“Fine.” I turn away from her, reaching for the drink I left on the windowsill. Is she doing this on purpose? I take a sip while she does up her jeans again.
“I mean, we’re working together now. You’re my boss. If we cross a line it could ruin the whole research.”
Shouldn’t I be the judge of that since it’s my family? But I don’t tell her that, instead I nod. Fine. She wants to take it slow? Make me work for it? She doesn’t realize I have all the time in the world for this. I am a very patient man when it comes to getting what I want.
She runs her fingers through her hair, returns to the couch where she left her bag and fixes it on her shoulder.
“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says quickly.
“Yeah, maybe you will.”
I don’t think she will. I’ve already made up my mind to give her some space again. I don’t want her to feel like she’s being stalked.
I watch as she blushes and nearly trips but manages to finally leave. I drain the remaining whisky down my throat. While she was here, kissing Ella had kept my mind off the research. Off my family. And now she’s planted new seeds of doubt in my mind, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about them.
Jay and I are playing racquetball at the club. I’m beating him, and I know he’s working twice as hard. The guy doesn’t like to lose. Neither do I, and in that way, we are similar.
“How’s it going with Ella?” he asks when we decide to take a breather. We are both drenched in sweat. This is one of the most intense sports I play. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to it.
I’m pumping sweat and adrenaline, and even though I know he doesn’t exactly approve of her, he is practically the only person I can talk to about Ella.
“She’s fine. She’s busy working.”
“She lives in your house?”
“She works there. Honestly, I don’t know where she lives.”
“So she could be anyone.”
I let out a snort of laughter. “No, I know exactly who she is, and if I have to find out where she lives, it won’t be difficult for me. Tom probably has that information on file already.
“And you’re not willing to tell me what this big secret job is that’s keeping her busy?”
“It’s nothing to do with you, man. It’s about my family.”
“Your family?”
I give him a look like I’m not saying more. Jay nods like he understands.
“Well, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. You have very little parts of your biological family in your life right now. Do you really want to disrupt the peace you’ve built around yourself?
I smack the ball at the wall without warning, forcing him to go running after it. Jay makes a grunting sound when he does manage to catch it and bounce it back.
“I don’t want to talk about Ella or my family,” I say when he looks up at me again.
“Cool. Whatever you want, man, I was just trying to help.”