Girls Playing With Fire 3 by Marissa Blush

Author:Marissa Blush [Blush, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5 – On the Hood of the Car

When Paul left, I tried to keep myself busy in an attempt to hold back the dread that he would not return. My own mind was clearer now, post orgasm. His would be back to its usual crystal clarity.

I glanced at the phone on the table. He was going to call from his car, to tell me he wasn’t coming back, I just knew it. He was old-fashioned enough to call and tell me it would be better if he didn’t come back. Or maybe he would be paranoid about leaving a message that I might keep. I shook my head. I was the one getting paranoid. He wasn’t going to text me that he enjoyed the blow job I gave him in our living room but he didn’t want seconds. He would easily find a neutral way to tell me it was over.

The phone rang.

The standard ringtone. Paul Sinclair didn’t have a special ringtone assigned, but maybe it wasn’t him. My breathing stopped when I went to pick it up. His name flashed in the middle of the screen. Just his name. I hadn’t even dared to have his photo.

I was tempted to reject the call. I didn’t. I put the phone to my ear, but I couldn’t speak.

“Sarah? Are you there?”

He sounded normal.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, with a touch of concern.

“Nothing. Why did you call?”

I didn’t want to drag out the situation. If he didn’t want to come back, I had to know and make my peace with it.

The pause at the other end of the line sent my heart racing. I sat down hard on the couch, dizzy with fear.

“Do you want me to stay the weekend?”

The question was so unexpected, I didn’t even understand it at first.

“What?”

“It’s ok if you don’t-”

“Yes,” I said realizing what he had asked. “I would very much want you to spend the weekend here.”

“Ok,” he said. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Open the garage door for me. It might be better if people don’t see my car here for three days in a row.”

Three days! Dear God, I would get three days with him? Well, Friday was almost gone, but we had already made it count.

I ran to the garage, thrumming with anticipation. Almost burning down the house was a fair price for a weekend of hot sex with Paul Sinclair.

Two days and two nights left. Forty-eight hours. Two thousand eight hundred eighty minutes.

His car pulled in the garage. He got out while the garage door slid down. I didn’t wait for it to close all the way. I linked my hands behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Minute one.

He kissed me back, more gently than I expected. My hungry kiss morphed into an intimate, languid one. The fear receded from my soul. A wave of tenderness washed over me when he held me in his arms.

“I take it you missed me,” he whispered.

“Mmm, how can you tell?”

He didn’t answer.

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