Insatiable | 18+

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Would it be jinxing if I said things were going perfectly? I began wondering how I ever thought my life was enough while I was alone, because the past month I had with Ian was an entirely different dimension.

I hadn't ever considered waking up and going to sleep with someone could actually feel that good. All the cuddling, and the reaching in the middle of the night—half asleep? Those were the best. How had I ever deprived myself of these feelings?

We'd spent every single day together. He'd fetch me to and fro work and we'd go to his apartment. It got to the point where I only went back to mine to grab some clothes and never slept there anymore. Ian was determined to convince me to move-in with him. I was hesitant. We were only just beginning to see each other and it felt too fast.

"Babe. You're only wasting money paying for a place you don't even sleep at anymore." Ian would constantly make comments to further encourage me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "And whose fault is that?"

"Ain't my fault that I just can't seem to be away from you." He dared to be charming, wrapping his arms around me from the back.

Lord. He was always making me giggle so much that even my staffs noticed a distinct change in my behavior.

In truth, it wasn't entirely an easy transition for me to get used to living with someone. I mean, I'd been alone nearly all my life. Having someone else in my private space felt strange the first time.

As much as Ian tried to convince me that I could treat his apartment as my own, it was hard. I wasn't as comfortable strutting around his home bare-faced with a messy bun than I'd be if I was at mine. I was self-conscious.

"Sweetheart?" I heard Ian's voice ringing through the door.

It was a Saturday evening and I'd stayed home while he attended a meeting for his work. I was in the bathroom, minding my own business, when his abrupt arrival nearly made me drop my phone into the sink.

His footsteps got louder as he came into the bedroom. "Babe?" He called out again.

"I'm here." I responded, hoping it'll ease his mind knowing I was safe; just waxing my body parts.

That was when I heard the door knob jiggle. I whipped my head around as if in slo-mo as I watched him try to enter.

Oh, god. No.

Hopping down the counter with the strips still pasted on my privates, I hurriedly used my body weight to block against the door. I couldn't imagine the embarrassment if he were to witness me in my current state.

"No!" I yelled, clicking the door lock shut.

"Baby. Why did you lock the door?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

A woman just needed her privacy! I wanted to tell him, but kept quiet. I didn't need him to know I was waxing myself. We'd only just stayed together for approximately a week and today was the only day he was away long enough for me to fix myself.

There was still 2 minutes left on my timer but I couldn't risk waiting any longer. I began tearing off the wax strips on my legs.

Psssst.

It was quiet outside and I assumed he'd gotten the hint that I wanted to be left alone. Two strips down, I attempted to remove the one at my bikini line when the sound of keys jingling rang out.

"Ian!" I let out a frustrated breath. The door opened in less than three seconds and I rapidly jumped behind the shower glass, revealing my bare bottoms to him.