Resentment - (18+)

C21

MIA

I hate how much I enjoyed what happened between me and Justin last night. I hate how my body wanted more and how my lips wanted to feel another kiss from him.

All day, I've been doing my best not to think about him, but I can't help it. Through all my tours and set-ups, the image of him kissing me has been implanted on my mind.

"Mia?" my supervisor suddenly asks, making me look up.

"Yes?"

"You're wasting paint all over the floor."

I look down and realize the paint bottle in my hand is empty and the color that should have gone on the announcement board is now all over the gallery's floor.

"I am so sorry," I say. I tilt the bottle up and grab a washcloth, but she steps in front of me.

"I think you should go home." She looks concerned. "You haven't been yourself at all today."

"What? No, no, no. I'm perfectly fine."

"Every time a guest has asked you a question today, you've completely zoned out."

"No, I haven't..."

"Would you like me to rewind some of the security footage?" She raises her eyebrow. "I'm not upset with you, Mia. You've been working extremely hard. I just think you need to go home for the rest of the day, and take off tomorrow, too. I'll see you Monday."

I don't get a chance to respond. She's turned away to speak to the couple who just walked in through the doors.

I go to the back and grab my purse, and then I decide to take the long way home. I need to think, and I need to make sure Justin knows that whatever the fuck that was or whatever reason it happened, it has to stop here.

***

When Justin walks through the door later that night, I'm standing in the hallway waiting.

"We need to talk," I say.

"About?"

"The other night."

"What about it?"

"You need to know that, that's not going to happen again."

He doesn't say anything, only tilts his head to the side.

"Justin, that's not going to happen again," I repeat. "So, do whatever you have to do, but it's probably best if we split up the condo. That way, you'll stay on your side and I'll stay on mine and this won't be an issue."

"What are you talking about, Mia? What's not going to happen again?"

"Justin, you know what I'm talking about. This." I motion between us. "This isn't going to happen again."

"So this?" He steps forward and puts his hand around my waist, pulling me close.

"Yes, Justin. This."

"Okay, I'm just trying to make sure I understand." He gently kisses my lips. "This isn't going to happen again either, right?"

"Exactly." My breathing slows as his hand slides under my shirt. "I'm glad you understand now."

"I completely understand." His mouth covers mine and he pushes me against the wall. His hands are in my hair and my hands are around his neck.

He kisses me until I can't breathe, and then he pulls back a bit. Looking into my eyes, he takes my hand and walks me over to the couch.

Without saying a word, he sits down and pulls me into his lap so I'm straddling him. His lips connect with mine again, and his hands push my skirt up to my stomach.

I moan as he bites my bottom lip and pushes my panties to the side.

He pulls a condom out of his pocket and presses it into my hand, silently commanding me to open it and put it on him.

I oblige, slowly. It takes me a while to focus because I can't think with the way he's kissing me.

When I finally do place it on him, he gently lifts me up and positions my pussy over his cock. Giving me one last kiss, he holds my hips and lets my body slowly sink onto his.

I'm not sure how long we sit like that or how long I rock against him, but when we're finally done, the sun is rising outside the window and that familiar look of what the hell just happened is on both of our faces.