Chapter 35

It was a very long night. I masturbated as enthusiastically as possible, but the harder I chased my orgasm, the farther away it got, until it was fishtailing out, kicking up gravel, and giving me the finger as it disappeared laughing into the night.

I wanted Levi, on me, around me, and inside me. Most especially inside me. Instead, I lay there listening for any rustling sound that Levi was deeply regretting his decision and working up the nerve to come crawling, begging, but heard nothing. By the time daylight rolled around, I was tired and grumpy.

I got dressed and stumbled out in search of coffee.

Levi was talking to Miles on speakerphone, while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. The room was still steamy from his shower and smelled like citrus shampoo and Levi. He'd shaved, and I swallowed hard, remembering the scrape of his jawline against my breasts. Levi whisked his tie around his neck, the silky material sliding with a soft brush.