Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“I can manage,” I say, averting my gaze and hating this strange awkwardness that pulses in the air between us. This went from being such a real moment—two people on the same wavelength, sharing in the sweetest pleasure—to a meaningless business transaction. I feel dirty and used, but I was the one who wanted this. I set this in motion.
Izaac turns away to find his clothes, offering me just a moment of privacy, and I quickly clean myself up before scrambling for my dress. I don’t know what happened to my thong or even remember when that was torn off my body, but I don’t have it in me to search for it. Instead, I step into my dress and quickly pull it up just in time for Izaac to turn around, fully clothed.
“You good?” he asks for what must be the millionth time.
I give him a tight smile and turn around. “Would you mind zipping me back up?” I ask, my gaze focused a little too heavily on my discarded boots laying haphazardly on the ground beside me.
“Of course,” he says, striding into me, but he makes it a point to keep a comfortable distance as he works the small zipper back up into place. I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to reset the boundaries between us. He’s being way too respectful considering the fact he just bent me over and put vibrating balls in my cooch, but shit, let’s keep things professional. Why the hell not?
I suppose this is exactly what I asked for though. He said it was just sex, nothing more, and that’s exactly what I agreed to. I just didn’t realize it would make me feel so . . . ugly. Surely this means something to him. Don’t get me wrong, I know he’s never felt the way I do and never will, but I’m not some random stranger who wandered into his dark room, I’m me. His best friend’s little sister. Surely that means something.
With my dress back in place, I grab my boots and lower myself into a chair, cringing at the dull ache deep in my core. I can only guess how that’ll feel come morning, but it’s a welcome ache that I’m sure I’ll learn to love. After pulling my boots on and zipping them up, I get back to my feet and try to figure out what the hell I did with my handbag.
Finding it by the door with the almost full cocktail I’d ordered when I first got here, I stride across the room before forcing myself to stop. I look back at Izaac, that same awkwardness still lingering in the air. “I, ummm. I’m gonna get out of here.”
He nods. “Did you want me to walk you out?” he asks, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because he feels obliged to because I just had his dick in my mouth or because on some level, he still sees me as his best friend’s little sister he swore to always look out for.
Either way, I don’t like it.
“No, I’m good,” I say. “I . . . uhh . . . don’t exactly know what I’m supposed to say in this situation, so I’m just gonna . . . yeah.”
I don’t bother finishing whatever the fuck I was trying to say or even offer a goodbye before slipping out the door and bolting out of the private room like my ass is on fire. All that matters is getting as far away from Izaac Banks as possible and hoping like fuck that I didn’t just royally fuck everything up.
20
IZAAC
Idon’t know how, but I’m still fucking baffled by what just went down. Somehow, I fucked up.
The door closes behind Aspen, and all I can do is stare after her. One minute we were on the couch, my cock still buried inside her warm cunt as she straddled me, and the next, we were tiptoeing around each other like fucking strangers. I don’t know where the fuck we went wrong.
Physically being with her is incredible. The way we work together, the way she fits me, the way she gets off on my demanding nature. It’s fucking perfect, so how the fuck did it go so wrong?
Maybe I pushed her too far, or maybe she decided it was too hard to take the emotion out of sex. I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t notice the way she almost closed off moments before I came in her mouth. I saw the panic in her eyes, but she didn’t give me the impression that she was willing to talk about it. Instead, she seemed intent on forgetting, which is part of the reason why I allowed us to continue. If I felt something was truly wrong, I would have cut it short and called it a night.