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I’VE BEEN IN A MONOGAMOUS relationship for several days now and I think it agrees with me.
I opt for a glass of wine instead of my usual kiddie drink this evening. I’m feeling a little more loose, but not really buzzed.
Instead of my booth, Anker asked me to sit at the bar tonight. Tanaya is off, but he still wanted me to come in if I could. Sunday nights are slower, but he suspected, and he was right, that Shar would be in tonight knowing my roommate never works Sunday nights. That maybe I wouldn’t be here either.
I think she is still hoping that the kiss was a fluke, but Anker has been so attentive all night long, I’m feeling her hopes fading from where I sit at the other end of the bar.
“Are you ready for your test tomorrow? I feel bad keeping you out late when I know you want to study,” he says, polishing a few glasses.
“I’m ready for it.”
“I think it’s great that you love school so much. I go because I need to learn business shit, but I don’t enjoy it like you do.”
“Well, I don’t blame you. I would find business classes boring too.”
He laughs. “How’s your wine?”
“It’s still full enough. One might think you are trying to get me drunk the way you keep offering to refill it.”
Anker comes around the bar and slides his arm around my middle, getting his mouth down to my ear. “Maybe I’m hoping to take advantage of you later.”
“Maybe you don’t need to get me drunk to do that.”
I know we are just playing a happy couple, but the way his eyes heat up makes my middle melt, like every organ gets gooey. His eyes drop to my lips and desire pools between my legs.
He gets called to the other end of the bar where Shar is, and she is still making eyes at him. Not that I blame her. I don’t think I can control my eyes any better than she can. But something trips a wire inside my heart when I realize she hasn’t given up.
She didn’t bring her friend with her tonight, which means she doesn’t have to listen to her friend’s sensible advice. She keeps trying to get Anker to look at her cleavage. Then she looks right at me when he’s turned to the other bartender.
Jealousy, I realize for the first time, is not a pleasant feeling. Every muscle I own tenses up, and my blood feels hot. She is making a play for my man and doing it in front of me. And she doesn’t know he’s not really mine.
How rude.
The Annabelle from a week ago would bury her nose in a book and pretend this isn’t happening. But something changed last night when Anker put my hand on his erection and told me that I did that to him.
This Annabelle doesn’t play so nicely with others.
I call Anker to me, and he rounds the bar to where I’m sitting, turning my stool so I’m facing him. I put my hand on one of those rock-hard pecs and rub small circles into his skin.
He looks at my hand and then at my face, raising one eyebrow. “What’s up, babe?”
“I think Shar has already forgotten about Thursday night. Do you want me to remind her?”
He cocks his head to one side. “Remind her of what, Annabelle?”
I loop my arms around his neck. “That you’re my man, and I get jealous sometimes.”
A grin splits his face. “How are you going to remind her of that, exactly?”
I pull him down and kiss him. Not the pecks we’ve been giving each other in public the last few days, but a real kiss. Like the ones we shared on Thursday.
His hands go directly to my hips, and he grabs them roughly while groaning into my mouth. I forget this is for Shar and greedily take everything he’s giving me.
A buzzing starts, deep in my center, and vibrates out throughout my body. It feels like I’m waking up to something. He deepens the kiss, and I start thinking about how there are too many clothes. On him. On me. I want them off.
He pulls back. His lips are swollen and redder. “In my office. Now,” he commands, and pulls my hand with him as he strides to his office, nearly dragging me along.
He slams the door closed behind me, and I think he’s going to yell at me, his features so sharp and tense. His eyes narrow on me, and I’m about to apologize when his mouth hits mine, cutting off any words I might have been about to babble.
I gasp and he uses the opportunity to thrust his tongue back into my mouth, pressing me hard into the door behind my back. He’s hard everywhere that I’m soft, and all my senses come alive under him. His cock is pushing against my mound, and I become hyper-focused on the need for friction. I’m pinned to the door by his body weight, but he seems to understand my desires even more than I do, and he lifts one of my legs over his hip and grinds his cock against my core.
“I need to see you come,” he growls, and rotates his hips, pressing, grinding.
My head falls back against the door, and he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth on the skin of my neck while he works his magic against my aching core. When he bites my neck, my entire body explodes into glittery stars as I cry out. I’m falling. I’m flying. I’ve gone supernova.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it, babe. You’re so beautiful when you come.” He lowers my leg and puts his hand on the back of my head bringing me to him while I gasp for normal breath and tremble in his arms. “So beautiful.”
When the world comes back into focus, I realize he’s petting me and murmuring sweet words.
“Wow,” is the only word I can manage.
“Yeah, wow. I loved getting you off on my body, gorgeous. That was so hot. But I need to get back to work. Are you okay?”
I’m shaky and confused. “I’m...should I be embarrassed?”
“Are you kidding me? I loved it. You can use me for your pleasure any time you want to.”
“But you didn’t...”
“Not yet, no. It’s okay. I’m a grown man. I can survive, I promise.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear tenderly. “Dry humping you against a wall is a reward. And believe me, when I take myself to hand later, I’ll remember every detail. That glossed over look in your eyes, those sweet sounds you make when you’re close. The way you called my name.”
“I called your name? I don’t even remember that.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead. “Perfect.”
“I think I’ll stay in here for a few minutes.”
“Okay. We should talk, though. After my shift.”
I nod, though I think talking sounds ominous.
And then he kisses me again, and I forget to overthink anything for a change.