There are happy tears in her eyes. I brush the hair back from her face. “But before I take you home and make that incredibly clear, I want to apologize again, and ask for your forgiveness.”
“You have it,” she breathes. “You absolutely have it.”
I don’t bother to wait. I sweep her into my arms and head for the elevator. For what’s about to happen, we need privacy.
9
Brooke
The lights fade on the stage and there’s a chorus of roaring applause. It’s opening night and I’m so emotional that I could cry. Everything went perfectly.
It’s been so long since I truly performed like that—I feel electric and alive. With such a small cast, the curtain call is short, but I want it to go on forever. I could start the whole show over again right now. But it’s over.
Amy hugs me, and I let my happy tears overflow now that I can. “You were so good.”
“You too,” I tell her. “I just can’t believe that it’s real.”
“I know right?” She laughs. “Are you going to come out? Or do you have other plans?”
I smile. Amy is now used to the fact that I basically don’t live in our apartment anymore. If I come back at all, it’s to pick up something that I forgot or to grab more clothes. Because I’ve been staying with Malcolm. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
After that night in his office, it’s only gotten better. I know Malcolm so well now. He knows me too, and we fit together like a dream. I’ve been meaning to send flowers to the HR person who hired me, because without her, I never would have met him. And if I could find that guy who nearly ran into me with all the coffee, I would thank him, too.
Malcolm hired the temp who was always filling in between secretaries, and she’s awesome. Angela is a little older, married with three kids, and has no problem kicking Malcolm’s ass out of the office if he stays too late. I miss working with him, but I’m a lot less exhausted without my day job, which is good, because even after these couple of months, we’re not tired of each other. And the sex is impossibly better than it was because now we know what makes the other person tick.
“I’m not sure yet, but I’m guessing that I’ll have other plans.”
She smirks at me. “When I need to get another roommate, tell me. Please.”
“You mean you’re not happy having the place all to yourself?”
“Are you kidding? It’s fabulous.” She laughs. “Not that I hated living with you. But sooner or later you’re going to get tired of paying for an apartment that you’re not actually living in.”
“True.”
We’re near the dressing rooms now, and Amy gives me another hug. “Tell him hello for me, and I’ll be sure to tell the entire cast that you’re getting laid.”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “Please don’t. But also it’s not like they don’t already know.”
Once I came back to the play, there was really no hiding my relationship with Malcolm. And to my relief, the producers and directors made it clear to the entire cast that his involvement was not the reason for my casting.
“See you later,” Amy says, pushing into her dressing room.
I close the door behind me in my own room and start changing out of my costume. Everything is set for the next day, and I’m not quite dressed in my own clothes when the door opens behind me. “You know, you’re supposed to knock first.”
“I couldn’t wait.”
Malcolm’s arms wrap around me from behind, and I briefly see him in the mirror before he’s kissing my neck. “You were amazing.”
“You thought so?”
“Fucking incandescent, Brooke. Your mother would be proud.”
Emotion floods my chest for a moment before I can fully breathe again. “Thank you.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
I can feel him hard through his pants. “If it’s your cock, it can wait till we get home.”
Malcolm laughs. “It’s not that. Well, it’s not only that.” I smirk as he turns me and backs me against the wall. “But now that you mention it.”
“You know that everyone in the cast makes fun of us? Amy basically said she was going to tell everyone at the cast party that I’m getting laid.”
Since I’m still in my underwear, it’s easy for him to slip his hand down my stomach and into my panties. I gasp at his fingers and the way they swirl over my clit, teasing it in the way that he knows turns me on the most. “If they already know, then it won’t be a surprise if I make you scream.”
“We shouldn’t.” But I already know that we’re going to. I’m full of energy and life and all I want is him inside me. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck or make love; I don’t get tired of it. He takes me to another fucking planet.
“I disagree.” Malcolm slips a finger inside me, curling it back to brush it over my G-spot. It’s something he only does when he’s planning on driving me absolutely insane. And it does. The immediate pleasure that blasts outward from the movement of his fingers is so good. Amplified by the fact that I’m packed with adrenaline and high on the feeling of performance.
I shudder, my pussy squeezing down on his fingers.
“Hands up.”
I raise my arms and he pins my wrists to the wall. It’s not every night that Malcolm unleashes this side of himself, but I love it when he does. It reminds me of the night we first met when he pinned me against the window.
Adding a second finger, I moan, and he moves harder. Faster. Malcolm’s thumb lands on my clit and the claiming kiss he slams down on my lips sends me over the edge. Pleasure that’s rich like honey rolls over me. The groan that escapes me is captured by his mouth, and he works me through the orgasm with his fingers. Drawing it out in the way only he knows how to.
“Fuck,” I manage to say when he releases me from the kiss.
“At least three orgasms before we leave this room,” Malcolm says. “And when we get home, we’re not going to stop. Tongue, hands, vibrator, or cock, it’s your night and I’m going to pleasure you until you say you’re done.”
My voice is ragged. “I need to be able to walk for the performance tomorrow.”
“Then every step is going to remind you how thoroughly mine you are.”
His fingers are still inside me and I move my hips to try to get more. When he says things like that, all I want is for him to back it up. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
I whimper and move my hips again. “Not unless you’re going to show me.”
Malcolm pulls his fingers out of my pussy and licks them clean. He never breaks eye contact. I feel a whole new burst of wetness just watching him do that.
My wrists are still pinned to the wall, and he undoes his belt with one hand. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Malcolm shakes his head. “Believe it or not, my plan wasn’t actually to fuck you in the dressing room. I don’t have a condom.”
I freeze for a second. “Pull out.”