Nemesis(20)

“Fuck,” I grit out as he slides his tongue inside me.

I can feel my orgasm building. I can tell it’s just going to take a little something to push me over the edge. I take my hands off the headboard and cup my breasts? pinching the nipples a little. It works.

“I’m going to come, Cohen,” I warn him, as I feel the tingling sensation explode from my centre, down my thighs and all throughout my body. Pleasure so intense, I make a soft crying sound between the moans, like it’s too much but not enough at the same time. It’s just all-consuming.

I say his name again.

When I come back to myself, I slide off him, panting, still feeling the aftereffects. I lie down next to him, catching my breath, then turn to look at him. That was my second orgasm from his mouth, and I haven’t even had his cock inside me yet. I turn to look at him and just shake my head. “You’re f*cking amazing, Cohen.”

I reach down and take his hard cock in my hand, just as he flashes me a smug, satisfied look. I begin to stroke him, then climb on him and tease him by positioning him at my entrance, but not pushing down.

“Jacinta,” he growls, hands moving to my hips. “Don’t make me wait.”

I finally push him inside me, slowly.

When he’s in all the way, I rise and lower myself again, starting to ride him, soft and slow in the beginning, then hard and fast. He pulls me down, my breasts pressed against his chest, kissing me hard while I continue to f*ck him. We come at the same time, our mouths only parting so we can look into each other’s eyes. I fall onto his chest, giving him all of my weight, tired and sated. He pushes my hair off my face and kisses my temple sweetly. He does these things, things that other men I’ve been dating haven’t even done, then tells me that we’re nothing, that we never will be. I don’t understand him, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

Another soft kiss on my forehead has my eyes opening. I read that men only kiss a woman’s forehead if they care about her. Is this true? I don’t know. It’s not like I can ask him. The rules don’t seem to apply to Cohen anyway; the man needs a rulebook of his own, separate from the one that generally applies to other men.

I fall asleep like that. On top of him. Him still inside me.

But no, we’re definitely not dating.

*****

“Holy mother of crap!” I yell as I walk into my house the next day after work, only to see Sadie and Ian having sex on the kitchen counter. “No, just no. I eat there, Sadie. Not cool.”

I cover my eyes with my hand, but don’t move. This is my f*cking house too. “And where else have you been christening? Is the couch safe? Can you wipe down all surfaces, please?”

I hear them scrambling to put their clothes on. I’ve seen Sadie naked enough times over the years, but I really don’t want to see her f*cking someone where my food lives.

“You can open your eyes,” she says, sounding amused. I open them and walk to the fridge, my eyes narrowed suspiciously as I look around. Ian is standing there shirtless, and his body is okay—nothing like Cohen’s, but not every man can be as blessed.

I open the fridge and pull out an apple juice box. “You two getting bored of your bed or something?”

“You’re home early,” Sadie explains, jumping up on the counter. We always sit there. I don’t know why, when there are bar stools just a few steps away, but we usually sit on the counter, feet dangling and chat. Or drink wine. Usually both.

“Yeah, I got off a little early today,” I say, looking to Ian. “How are you, Ian?”

“Good,” he says, grinning. “Rob keeps asking about you.”

I look to my best friend, who puts her hands up in an ‘I’m innocent’ gesture. “Don’t look at me. I told Rob you were seeing someone now.”

I’m not really, but I guess that’s not going to be easy to explain, and I don’t want Rob to think he has a chance, when he doesn’t.

“Do you not know men?” Ian says, smirking. “When he heard you weren’t available, it only made him want you even more. He wants to come around with me again, to hang out here, or whatever.”

“Because last time wasn’t awkward enough?” I say, pursing my lips. “Not like you two would know, since you were both making goo-goo eyes at each other all night.”

“I knew it was getting awkward,” Ian admits, shrugging. “I just ignored it.”

Great.

“Is Cohen coming over tonight?” Sadie asks, taking a banana out of the fruit bowl and peeling it.

“Yeah, later.” I look at Ian, but then realise he doesn’t know Cohen is my boss, just that we work together. Speaking of Cohen, if he’s going to spend every night here, when does he have the time to possibly f*ck someone else? Not that I want him to, but I don’t know why he just won’t admit that we have something going on here.

“Keep tomorrow free,” she says, mouthful of banana. “We should have a girls’ night, just us two.”

“Sounds perfect,” I tell her, heading to my room. I stop in my tracks when I realise just how f*cked-up my situation with Cohen is, because the first thought that runs through my head is: if I tell him that I can’t see him tomorrow night, will he spend it with someone else?

*****

I’m sitting on my bed surfing the Internet when Cohen walks into my room, shutting the door behind him.