Chapter 12
Abigail
Devon nearly naked, with me in just a pair of boxers and camisole, was a “playing with fire” situation, but I couldn’t help myself. I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until things with him were set straight.
“Are you awake?”
I heard him sigh and felt a hint of guilt. If I’d been able to let it wait until tomorrow, I would have. “If I hadn’t been, then I’d be awake now.” He flicked on the light and then sat up in the bed. “If you’re not here to share my bed with me, it had better be good.”
When I’d originally entered the room, it had felt like talking to him was the most urgent matter in the world. But now that I was standing in the middle of the room, with him staring up at me, eyebrow raised, I realized it could wait.
“We can talk tomorrow.” I spun around to begin my retreat.
“I swear if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s cherry red. I’ve spent the past half hour trying to sleep. I was almost asleep and now you’ve brought me back fully awake. This had better be good.”
I halted my retreat and froze. Chewing at my lower lip, I slowly turned, attempting to gather my thoughts as I did. I’d had a whole entire speech made up in my head. It had sounded so great when I rehearsed it to myself.
“Abigail… What. Do. You. Want?”
“First off, I want to say thank you for tonight and the iPod. It’s been a long time since someone has done anything nice like that for me.”
“It’s a iPod. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me.” I walked towards the bed. “I understand to you it’s nothing, but to me, it means something.”
“Okay. You’re welcome - ”
“I’m not finished,” I cut in.
“Sorry.”
“This is an unusual situation. I’ll admit, I’m attracted to you, I’m sure you know that, but I want you to understand one thing.”
A grin began to spread across his lips.
“I will never sleep with you. It’ll never, ever happen. And not because of the fact you’re a player, or my boss, or that we have this bet going on. I’ll never sleep with you because I will not allow myself or my child to be hurt. I’ll be your friend, but that’s it. So, if you want to call this whole bet off and get on with your life as New York’s most eligible, then so be it.”
Grabbing the blankets, he tossed them off himself, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. My eyes did a sweep of his body, but I refused to back up as he approached me.
He stopped before me, less than a foot away. My god, he was tall and built and I wanted him. My body trembled a little, but I forced myself to stand my ground.
“You’re not going anywhere. And I don’t want anyone else. I will have you, Abigail.” He slipped his hand to the back of my head and I inhaled sharply. “And you’ll beg me to take you.”
“I won’t,” I managed to force out the protest.
“You will.”
This was such a bad idea. What in the hell was I thinking going to him like this. I have to get out of here. Such a bad idea.
Squaring my shoulders, I straightened and stepped out of his reach. “I won’t. I’m sorry, but it’ll never happen.”
He dropped his hand to his side and shrugged. “We’ll see.”
That wasn’t how it was supposed to go down…
Groaning, I forced myself to walk from his room, despite everything within me telling me to get the hell out of that house as quickly as possible.
Once in my bedroom, I released a sigh of relief and slumped against the door. Not only was I more confused than I was earlier, but being in his bedroom with him nearly naked had kickstarted the need within me for him.
Walking across the room, I flopped down onto my bed, the soft mattress embracing my body. I shifted myself until I was positioned with my head on the pillow. I tried to clear my mind of him, but it was an exercise in futility. My mind kept racing back to the feel of his hand in my hair, against my scalp.
His firm grip had sparked a need deep within my core. I wished he’d just taken me up on my offer so the temptation would end, so I could just become the maid again who couldn’t stand her boss. We were only a couple days into the arrangement. How in the hell was I going to get through twenty-eight more?
I crossed my legs and clenched my core, hoping that would quench the thirst within me. It didn’t. If anything, it only made it worse.
I groaned in frustration. Why, why, why?
There was only one thing that would get rid of the yearning – two things really, but one was in the other bedroom and wasn’t an option. I decided to go with plan B.
Shifting on the mattress until I was fully comfortable, I slipped my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my boxers. I never bothered to wear underwear under my boxers, finding it unnecessary. Which brought me to another reason why I would never wear a thong: what’s the point of wearing a thong when you might as well just go underwear-free?
When my fingers slipped between my folds, I wasn’t surprised to find that my pussy was already wet. I moaned as I slipped two fingers into my core, sliding my fingers in and out, over and over, lubricating myself. I bucked against my fingers, using my thumb to stroke my clit.
As I worked my pussy in a way that only I knew how to work it, my mind began to drift off. As much as I didn’t want Devon to invade this private moment, it couldn’t be helped; the need for him was too fresh.
I imaged that I hadn’t backed away when he’d slid his hand into my hair. Instead, I closed the distance between us, pressing my body tight against him.
You’re so beautiful. I can’t get my mind off you, Abigail, he’d whisper into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a jolt of need through me.
“Devon,” I whispered into the empty room as I increased the speed and intensity of my fingers.
He’d rub his thick, hard cock against my pelvis, grasping my ass in his free hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, before his mouth came crashing down onto mine, kissing me with passion I’d never experienced with anyone else before.
Waves of pleasure raced through my throbbing core as the heat between my legs increased, pulsating around my fingers.
Devon wouldn’t waste any time; he’d pull his lips free from mine and sink down to his knees before me. He’d look so damned good on his knees, his mouth mere inches from my wet, needy pussy, licking his lips in anticipation of devouring me. Our eyes would lock for a moment, my need reflected in his grey eyes.
“Devon!” I exclaimed, a little louder than I’d intended, but that couldn’t be helped. The throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable, and the coil forming in my stomach was excruciating.
I needed to come. I needed it more than I needed my next breath.
“Oh God. Oh Yes!” I was almost there. Right on the brink and ready to explode.
He’d part my already moist pussy lips as his mouth came nearer. My body would tense as I watched him, waiting for the contact. And then it would come – his tongue would lash out and flick at my clit. He’d be relentless; no matter how much I cried out or begged him to stop, he’d continue, his tongue the tool of the devil.
Oh god, it’s too much. It’s way too much!
“Devon! YES, Devon!” My body convulsed, and the tension within me disappeared as a gush of my juices greeted my expert fingers.
The relief, oh fuck yes, the relief was divine. I was in bliss.
The door slammed open, and I heard Devon speaking. “Abby! Abby, are you okay?”
My eyes flew open and I turned my head towards the door to see Devon standing there, concern in his eyes. “What’s going - ” He didn’t finish his sentence as his gaze quickly shifted to my lower half, specifically the hand that was still in my boxers.
“What the hell, Devon!” I screamed, pulling my hand from my shorts and quickly sitting up on the bed. “Again? Just because you own the house doesn’t mean you can keep barging in here!”
He didn’t look cocky or smug at this moment as he raked a hand through his hair. He looked nervous and a little concerned. “Abby. Shit, I heard you screaming for me.”
“I wasn’t screaming for you.”
“You said my name in an elevated tone. That’s screaming to me. I thought you’d hurt yourself.”
“Well, I didn’t.” Feeling uncomfortable on the bed, I jumped off and stood on the floor, my hands planted on my hips. I shot him the nastiest glare I could muster up. I couldn’t allow myself to be embarrassed. “How dare you just come in, especially after yesterday.”
“I honestly thought…” He stopped himself in mid-sentence and a smile slowly formed on his lips. “You were thinking of me while masturbating.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. A damned smug statement of fact.
“You would think that, wouldn’t you! Anyone with an ego as big as yours would!”
“I don’t have to assume. You were the one saying my name as you came.” Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the door jamb. “Now, may I ask what I doing in this fantasy of yours?”
“I wasn’t fantasizing of you.” Humiliation would overwhelm me if I didn’t get rid of him soon. Should he notice the heat flushing my cheeks, I’d never live this down. There was no way I was going to give him the upper hand. Moving across the room with lightening speed, I pushed at his torso, attempting to force him from the room. “Out with you.”
“But you haven’t answered my question,” he protested, allowing himself to be escorted out.
“And I’m not going to. What I think about is no one’s business but my own. Watch your nose, the door is closing.” With that, I slammed the door shut and locked it, barring him from my room.