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I recalled his hands on me, the warmth of his breath, and his skin against mine.
Alone in my bedroom, I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I hadn’t chickened out. I was already set to marry him anyway, so what was the big deal? We’d reached an agreement on how to make this work. So maybe giving in to the desires of the flesh wasn’t such a terrible idea.
What was the worst that could happen if we had sex again? The deed was done. I was pregnant. There’d be no significant change. So why torture ourselves?
I lowered my head, trembling at how badly my body wanted this man.
“Fuck you, Nail,” I murmured under my breath. “Fuck you.”
Chapter 20 — Nial
~Two Days Later
If she hadn’t left my bedroom when she did, things would’ve spiraled out of control quicker than either of us could blink.
Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought she came prepared for the worst. Getting laid. Kiera never bothered to comb her hair or wear lipstick. Yet that night, her hair was neatly combed, her lips painted a shade of red.
It was deliberate.
She wore that white robe in a way that seemed rather seductive. It revealed a glimpse of her cleavage and her alluring thighs when she moved. Half the time she was listing out her conditions, I was barely listening.
It was hard to concentrate with the fresh skin above her breasts flashing in my face. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, reminding me of the night she surrendered completely to me.
I was certain that whatever crazy thoughts were running through my mind were also running through hers. Her eyes sparkled with the familiar flash of desire, hinting that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
The agreement we reached was the least of my concerns. At the top of that list was how to douse the flames burning within me. My chest heaved with slow breaths whenever I discreetly drank in the sight of her body.
I traced the curve of her mouth as she spoke, thinking about how good it would feel to shut her up with a fervent kiss. Between my legs, my cock swelled with each passing minute. The more I tried to make it shrink, the harder it became.
At some point, she glanced down and saw the print of my erection. I should’ve been embarrassed. But I wasn’t. Because I was almost certain she was wet between her thighs.
The air was filled with sexual tension, as though our emotions were hanging on a thread. All it would’ve taken was for one of us to make the first move.
Maybe I would’ve done that if my phone hadn’t interrupted. She didn’t even wait a second longer before storming out of my bedroom. The sudden buzz was an opportunity to run, and she took it. Without hesitation.
A part of me was relieved that nothing had happened that night. But the other part couldn’t help wondering how things would’ve turned out if we’d given in to the temptation.
I spent the whole night creating fake scenes in my head, all of which involved being intimate with her. When I lay in bed, I tried to stroke my cock, to jerk off to my imaginary scenes.
But I didn’t. Not because I couldn’t.
I just figured I’d be torturing myself in doing so. It took a lot of self-control to pull that off, especially because my cock was hard as a rock. Although we missed out on the chance to satisfy our hunger, I told myself it wouldn’t happen a second time.
If the opportunity ever presented itself again, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. The only question I asked myself was, would she also be willing to seize the moment with me?
It must be consensual.
If not, I’d back away.
***
I sat on the couch in the living room, my legs crossed as I waited for her to get ready. Every now and then, I’d glance at my watch, wondering what was taking so long.
For the first time, I’d combed my hair to perfection and knotted my tie like a gentleman. My crisp white undershirt was neatly tucked in, my tailored suit draped over it.
I told myself that I was intentional about my appearance because I chose to be. That it had nothing to do with impressing Kiera. Or the fact that she was coming with me to a gala.
But was that the truth, or was I lying to myself?
