Atzi
I’m on fire.
Just looking at Heath makes my cheeks heat and my heart rate spike. It’s Sunday morning, the day when my grandparents arrive. We’re waking up from a two-hour nap after another long sex-athon.
Not once in my life did I think I would be addicted to a person. I am. I can’t get enough of Heath Spearman. The shy man who’s barely affectionate seems to have a dark side to him. He likes dirty talk—and also dirty sex.
I’m getting used to this—him—but sometimes, I still blush like a virgin bride.
“Like what you see?” He sits up on the bed, his eyes raking over me.
My hand touches his delicious muscles—all cut like diamonds and chiseled to perfection. He’s better looking than any Greek statue.
“You’re okay,” I say casually.
He chuckles, tugging me like a rag doll. I’m sitting on his lap, feeling his throbbing cock growing against my body as I wiggle against it. Heath’s lips descend, crushing into mine. He kisses me hard. I like my independence and to boss him around, but I like him to dominate me when we’re in bed.
“Just okay?” he whispers in my ear. Chills erupt across my skin. I blame his voice and the tip of his cock for being so close to my entrance. I push my ass to the right, hoping it’ll just slide in, but Heath stops me. His fingers press against my clit.
I moan, closing my eyes. I arch my back, wanting more. Everything. “What are you doing to me?” I whimper.
“If I have to explain it to you, baby, maybe I’m doing something wrong.”
There’s no time to answer. Heath dips his fingers inside me.
“N-nothing wrong,” I stutter.
He moves me around. I’m back on the bed, legs spread with his mouth between my legs, nibbling me as his fingers fuck me harder. His thumb pushes inside the sensitive back entrance. I squirm with pleasure.
“One day, I’ll fuck you in here too,” he promises, and I want to beg him to do it now.
I’ve never had anal sex, but he makes me want to do it—to beg for it. Just like I did last night, when I begged him to let me suck his cock. I lick my lips, remembering his thick length fucking my mouth. It was during our shower, right after we had licked chocolate from each other’s bodies.
“You like it dirty, Doctor.” I squeal when he spanks my ass.
“And you love it, my good girl,” he says with a low voice and continues flicking his tongue, sucking, nibbling.
“Such a fucking good girl.”
He’s building my orgasm again. Pumping his fingers in and out. Everything is too much.
Too much.
I close my eyes as my entire body shatters. “Heath,” I scream between shallow breaths.
He turns me around, pressing his hand on my belly as he guides his cock inside my pussy. His finger is back on my clit, moving fast, just as fast as he’s fucking me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers as he pumps into me, hard, so fucking hard I think we’re becoming one.
“Atzi,” his ragged voice says my name. “Love, you’re so fucking perfect.”
The orgasm hits me again, and it’s almost at the same time as his. He freezes one moment, and the next, he’s trembling on top of me. His mouth sucks hard on my bare shoulder, so hard, I’m trapped between pleasure and pain. Loving it.
This man. This perfect strange man has me tied into knots.
I just have to be careful because I know the score. If I fall for him, he’ll leave me heartbroken. Instead of being in the middle of a sexy song, I’ll be stuck in the chapter of another love story gone wrong.
Unsurprisingly, we fall back asleep after having sex. My alarm beeps at eleven. It’s time to go to the airport. I find myself alone in the bedroom. Instead of searching for Heath, I take a quick shower. Hopefully, he won’t find me first. It’s not like I don’t want the guy but we don’t have time for another round of sex—and sleep.
After I dress, I track down Heath. He’s in his office, dozing on his favorite leather armchair, a book sliding off of his lap. His hair is still soft and floppy. He looks several years younger when he’s asleep.
I want to just climb onto the armchair and take a nap with him, but my abuelos are landing in about an hour, and we have to fight traffic to get to the airport. The exact opposite of a peaceful mid-morning nap. I should just leave without Heath to pick them up, but it’ll look better if we’re together.
It’s such a shame Owen canceled at the last minute. It would have been better if he had picked up my abuelos.
I kiss him on top of his head. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
He doesn’t say a word or open his eyes, but his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me to him.
“I’m not a doll.”
“You’re my doll.”
“Really? Aren’t you a little old to be playing with dolls?”
“Sorry, I meant to call you an action figure. A collectible. You’re all mine.”
I laugh, pushing myself off his lap. “Why don’t you get ready? I’ll make us some coffee so we can go to pick up my grandparents.”
“But I wanted a quickie before we leave.”
“Are you always this horny?”
His eyes finally open and he smiles lazily. “No. Only when I’m with a very hot vixen.”
I stare at him, trying to understand the meaning of the last sentence. He’s hard to read and doesn’t date much. If only he was more open about his love life, I would figure out who keeps up with him.
“You want it too, don’t you, love?” He winks at me.
I laugh. “You’re a lost cause, Spearman.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a maybe we can do it tonight.”
He groans something I can’t understand, but I ignore him. Knowing Heath, he’s trying to figure out a way to get away with something. Probably having sex one more time.
As much as I would love to do it, we don’t have time. We should stop this insanity all at once. My grandparents will be here, and he’s leaving for New York soon.
Can we keep doing this “friends with benefits” after he’s gone?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Atzi
Heath sips a travel mug of fresh coffee while he weaves expertly through traffic. When we get to a stoplight, he glances at me, asking, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I croak. We’re about to get onto the highway. I usually don’t mind it, unless we’re going to the airport.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I got this.”
“I trust you.” My voice is a murmur. I’m not sure he can hear me.
Driving toward the airport is not my favorite activity. My anxiety spikes one thousand percent on a good day. It’s been this way since my parents and my sister died. It took a long time to be able to get into a car after the accident.
Aunt Cécile bought me a cute convertible when I turned sixteen. I refused to drive it. Later that year, she purchased an Audi Q7, hoping I’d change my mind. According to her, it was one of the safest SUVs on the market. It took a lot of convincing from Heath and my therapist to agree to driving lessons.