“We’re idiots. I could have had this perfect cunt years ago?” Vaughn said in disbelief while shaking his head. He then pulled away and dragged his finger down my dripping pussy before dipping it inside, moaning at how wet for him I was. “You’re perfect, Sena.”
“This is real, right? I’m not still drunk on Bloody Marys and dreaming?” I asked as he slid his finger out and brushed the pad of his thumb along my clit, making me writhe and buck from the sensation.
“This is very real,” he promised before kissing my neck once more. He sucked on my sensitive skin while massaging my nub. I jerked and cried out. He moved faster and faster until I was on the edge of coming. “Don’t scream too loud. Don’t want everyone to hear you,” he teased.
Fuck. This was bad. We really shouldn’t be doing this.
He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. He pressed me into the hard, cold conference table with his body, pinning me down. “You’re mine. You come only for me,” he growled. “You’re not leaving, Sena. You can’t leave.”
He slid in easily; I was so slick and needy that there was hardly any resistance. He was so thick. I felt filled to the brim with his cock. “You feel so perfect, baby,” he groaned. The noises in his chest were deep grunts that made me vibrate. “You good?” he asked before thrusting.
“Harder, Vaughn,” I begged. He slammed into me on the conference table until my legs shook. The sounds of our slapping skin filled the room. He held me down, and I loved how his body pressed against mine, like he was determined to keep me here with brute force.
We kept like that, frantically fucking until there was nothing left. We both came hard and fast, our orgasms ripping through us with loud moans of approval. It didn’t matter where we were. We were so lost to the pleasure that there was nothing left.
Panting, we both lay there on the table for a moment while catching our breaths. My chest heaved up and down as I stared at the tiled ceiling. Sweat dripped down my spine, and I let out a nervous giggle. Holy shit. I just fucked Vaughn.
“When are you calling Mary to tell her that you aren’t accepting the job?” Vaughn asked.
His question was sobering.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell Mary no just yet.
“I’m going to look over her offer first,” I admitted before sitting up and searching the conference room for my clothes.
“What?” Vaughn asked while sitting up. He ran his hand through his hair and stared incredulously at me.
I swallowed before slipping off the table. “I’m going to look over her offer first,” I repeated.
“Why?”
“Because it might be a good opportunity for me.” Everything was happening too fast. Holy shit, I just fucked Vaughn. Vaughn! What was I doing?
I rummaged around the room and picked up my discarded shirt and skirt. “What about us?”
I paused, my resolve crumbling at the vulnerability in his tone. “I’ve been waiting for you for seven years, Vaughn. Yesterday made me realize that I’ve been making all my decisions based on you, long before you realized that we could be great together. You didn’t even talk to me about any of this when you realized you had feelings for me. In fact, you didn’t really care until the possibility that I would leave came up. How can I trust that this is true, huh? It’s just really sudden…”
“Sena. I just poured my fucking heart out to you, and you’re breaking it.”
I shrugged on my shirt and skirt before finally turning to look at him. His eyes were weary with emotion, and his shoulders were weighed down. I felt bad. I wanted to hug him. Vaughn had the power to give me everything I could possibly want, but I needed to take a hard look at my life and make sure that this was still what was best for me.
“Can you just give me some time to process all of this?”
“We don’t have time. You’re about to leave me before we even started.”
I walked up to Vaughn and tried to keep as calm as possible. I wanted nothing more than to curl up with him and cuddle, but we couldn’t do that right now. I needed to think. “I’ll call you. This is just moving really fast.”
Vaughn lightened a bit at my words. “We could be so great together, Sena.”
“I just want to make sure this is real. I want to figure out what feels right. And to be honest, I’m not sure I want to work with your brother as my second in command. I also don’t know how I feel about working here without you. I just need time, okay?”
He licked his lips, averted his eyes, and nodded. “Okay. But I’m not letting you get too lost in your own thoughts, Sena. I’m picking you up tonight at eight. You can’t run from me. You can’t run from this.”
I wasn’t expecting such a steadfast declaration.
“Okay,” I whispered before debating on whether or not I should kiss his cheek. The boundary between us had been obliviated. Vaughn made the decision for me, though, and leaned forward to kiss me goodbye.
“See you tonight,” he murmured against my lips. A shiver traveled down my spine.
“See you tonight,” I agreed.
Chapter 5
“I shouldn’t have agreed to this,” I mumbled while looking at myself in the mirror. Adam was sitting, his spine straight as a board, on my bed.
“Did you know San Francisco is most known for its sea food? I’m allergic to shellfish, Sena. This move could very well kill me.”
Adam was still stuck on this San Francisco issue. He kept word vomiting facts about the city and looking for jobs at one of the universities there.
I smoothed out my velvet tank top and adjusted the sleeve on my chunky knit sweater before turning to face him. “Adam?” I said cautiously. “You do realize if I take this job that you don’t have to come with me, right? Your career is here. Your apartment. You have the entire subway system memorized.”
“But you won’t be here,” Adam replied with a scoff while staring at his laptop.
My heart swelled. Adam didn’t do affection or over the top declarations, but that simple statement was the equivalent of saying I love you, dumbass.
“I’m going to take this decision very seriously, Adam.”
He let out a slow exhale before closing his laptop and looking at me. “I think you are right to consider everything. It’s been psychologically proven that humans tend to want something when they realize they can’t have it—men in particular.”
Yes! Exactly! Adam just got it. “I know. The fact that Vaughn announced his fucking love for me the day after I quit is really absurd.”
Adam cocked his head to the side. “Oh, I’m not talking about Vaughn.”
Well, that was a surprise. “You aren’t?” I asked.
“Vaughn offered you himself and the career you’ve been fighting for, but your first instinct was to run. I think it’s smart to take this very seriously, because from a logical standpoint, your refusal makes no sense. You got what you wanted.”
“But it doesn’t feel right,” I argued. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Perhaps you’re just scared. I think it’s ridiculous that you’re mad at Vaughn for not acting on his feelings of six months when you’ve loved him for seven years. If you wanted him, you could have stated your intentions long ago.”