She smiles softly as she hugs me tight.
“I need to tell you something,” I murmur.
She takes her shirt off over her head. “And . . . I need to show you something.” She stands and unlatches her bra; her full breasts fall free, and unable to stop myself, I reach up and cup one in my hand. Instantly my cock begins to thump. “Go on, baby, you were saying,” she murmurs as she bends and kisses me. My hand slides up her thigh and underneath her panties.
Concentrate.
Hot, soft, wet lips in her panties steal my thoughts. Fuck . . . she feels good.
“You were saying?”
“I’m not a teacher,” I murmur against her lips.
She frowns as she pulls back from me. “What are you?”
My eyes search hers. Yours.
Her face falls. “You lied to me?”
My stomach twists at her disappointed tone. Don’t fuck this up, you idiot.
We have eight more months together before we have to have this conversation.
If I can just get through this weekend and make Masters keep his big fucking mouth shut. I mean, it’s not like I’m pretending to be rich. I’m pretending to be poor. Surely she can’t hate me for an upgrade?
I stare at her as I tuck a piece of her hair. Damn it. This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not ready for the dynamics to change between us.
I need more time.
“Well?” she asks me. “What do you do if you’re not a teacher?”
“I’m a janitor in a school,” I blurt out. “I was embarrassed to tell you.”
Her mouth falls open. “Sweetheart,” she whispers softly, “that hurts my heart.”
Of all the things to say . . . fuck! Why that? Is there a brain in my head at all?
“You’re a cleaner?” she repeats.
“Yes.” I nod, feeling like a lying piece of shit.
“Baby,” she whispers as she pulls me in for a hug, “I don’t care what you do. What matters to me is if you’re a good person. And you’re better than good; you’re the best.”
I wrap her in my arms and hold her tight. I close my eyes as I nestle into her neck.
This woman . . .
This beautiful woman loves me thinking I clean toilets for a living.
I don’t deserve her.
“This isn’t just fooling around for me, Hayden,” I say. “I want a future with you.”
“I want that too.” She smiles. We lie down on the bed and kiss. There is one more question I need an answer to.
“Where do you see yourself living?” I ask. “When this is all over . . .”
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care.”
There it is.
My heart explodes with an unfamiliar feeling: a sense of belonging. This is happening. She will move for me . . . this is real.
She slides down my body and pulls my hardened dick free and takes it in her mouth. I stare down at her as her dark eyes hold mine. She licks up my length and then sucks me hard, and my toes curl. I lean back onto my elbows to enjoy the view.
She flickers her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I inhale sharply as I push the hair back from her forehead.
“You’re mine,” I whisper.
“All yours.” She smiles around me. She licks her lips. “Now . . . fuck my mouth.”