Page 54 of The Trolley Kiss

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Page 54 of The Trolley Kiss

“Declan!” My voice goes so high pitched that it’s barely audible.

“Ah, fuck. Fine! Do whatever you want!” His voice is desperate like he’s hanging on by a thread.

My heart beats so loud that sound disappears as my muscles tighten and tighten and tighten until everything bursts at once. Every nerve ending explodes as my pussy pulses so hard that it makes my body shake.

Declan doesn’t last another second, calling out my name and many profanities as he succumbs to his own release. The noises he makes are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, which only extends my orgasm even further.

I collapse back against my pillow, trying to catch my breath for a minute. We’re both silent as we begin to come down from the high.

And that’s when the crash hits.

In the past, after I’d finished, I would feel a warm blanket. A sense of peace. Of belonging. Of love.

Now there’s nothing. I’m cold. I’m empty. I’m alone.

“Uhm… I’m going to go.”

Declan sounds confused on the other end. “Are you sure?”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll talk to you on Monday. Bye.”

“Addison-.”

I hang up before he can say anything else. This whole idea was probably a mistake. I can’t have this. Not anymore. Not now.

Chapter 20

Damn, I’m tired as shit.

I rub my eyes aggressively since I didn’t even bother putting on eye makeup this morning. I barely slept last night. I didn’t talk to Declan at all after I hung up on Saturday, and I’ve been dreading coming into work today. So much so that I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I kept playing imaginary scenarios in my head like that ever does me any good.

I just don’t want things to be awkward. Maybe I’ll try to avoid him. It’s not like we technically have to see each other every day. He’s just always coming and working by my desk. Maybe I can work in a conference room today or something.

“Good morning.”

The sound of his voice comforts me, which surprises the fuck out of me. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses on my neck before I have the chance to turn around.

I want to be angry, but I giggle instead. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Saying good morning,” he whispers in my ear before biting on the skin below it and pulling me in closer.

“Stop that!” I protest.

He doesn’t.

“Why?”

“Because! We are not together.” I pull away and turn to face him.

He weighs his hands back and forth. “Aren’t we though?” he asks with a smirk.

He leans in for a kiss, but I move my head backward. “No.”

He leans again.

I press my finger up against his mouth. “Declan, no.”

He bites his bottom lip, knowing I don’t mean any of it and goes back to kissing along my neck but from the front this time.




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