Pitbabe S2, Chapter 22 pg 2

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 22 pg 2

   “I smell him.”

   “Him?”

   “Willy.”

   Babe lets out a clear laugh. He seems pleased that Willy’s scent lingers enough for me to notice. He stares at me, letting me sniff for a moment before slowly pulling his hand back. The scent fades bit by bit with the growing distance, making it easier for me to breathe—a relief, in a way.

   But I can’t stop myself.

   I reach out and grab Babe’s hand. He looks slightly startled, but only his eyes widen for a fleeting second before returning to that calm, neutral expression. He doesn’t pull away. Babe lets me hold his hand without a single word of protest. I lock eyes with him for a moment as I bring his palm to my cheek, curious to see his reaction to this bold move. But there’s nothing—just a steady gaze, as if he’s waiting to see what I’ll do next.

   The answer is I kiss his hand. That palm, whose primary role is gripping a steering wheel, once had a secondary but equally vital purpose: touching me, this body standing before him. There’s no part of me that hand hasn’t explored. It’s brought me both joy and pain in the most astonishing ways. That’s why I love holding his hand, no matter where or when—whether it’s just the two of us or in front of a crowd. I want to hold it proudly. But now, I can no longer do that.

   Half of me feels like an addict in withdrawal, and the drug just happens to fall into my hands when I’m at my weakest. The other half is like when I weave illusions to deceive others—the longer the illusion lasts, the more I, the creator, get sucked into the fake world I’ve built, losing control. In short, I’m letting instinct take over my brain completely.

   I kiss Babe’s palm, inhaling every trace of scent on his skin, moving to the back of his hand, then the wrist peeking out from his suit sleeve. Just one hand is enough to drive me nearly senseless. And those eyes he’s fixing on me? A wave of heat surges through my entire body. I want to get closer, to hold him tight until I’m satisfied, but I’m afraid of crossing a line.

   Until Babe opens the door himself.________________________________________

   Babe slid his hand to grip the back of my neck, and with just a gentle pull, I lunged toward him like a rabid dog let off its leash. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, and maybe because I was a bit too eager, I pushed Babe back until his hips hit the edge of the sink. He stumbled slightly but didn’t complain, only letting out a soft chuckle from his throat. I guessed he was probably amused by me, barely able to rein in my excitement.

   “Gonna bruise for sure,” Babe murmured. I figured he meant his hip from hitting the sink just now. “Gone crazy, huh?”

   “Mhm,” was all I managed to say. Right now, I was too busy to trade quips with Babe. So, whatever he said about me, I’d just agree with. I had nothing to lose anyway. “A bruise there’s fine. Not like I’m showing it off to anyone.”

   “How do you know?”

   “Because I won’t let anyone see.”

   “Who do you think you are?” Babe said with a laugh, tilting his neck to give me better access to nuzzle. One hand gripped the edge of the sink, while the other came up to wrap around my neck instead of holding on. “Huh? Who are you to order me around?”

   “Your ex-husband.”

   Babe laughed so hard his body shook. I knew he loved it when I said stuff like this. Normally, I barely did because it felt a bit embarrassing, but today, feeling annoyed, I gave it a shot. Turns out, it didn’t make Babe any less infuriating, and I still felt just as awkward. No progress whatsoever.

   “Knowing you’re the ‘ex’ part, don’t get too cocky.”

   Babe reached up to ruffle the hair at the back of my head before pulling me into a kiss. He gave no warning, but I sensed it coming. Our kiss was intense, hungry, his hands clawing and tugging until my carefully styled hair was a complete mess. If I walked back into the hall looking like this, Dr. Chris would probably chew me out big time. But I chose not to think that far ahead because, honestly, I wasn’t planning on leaving here anytime soon.

   The sound of distant footsteps reached my ears, interrupting my focus. I reluctantly broke the kiss.

   “Mmm… what?” Babe said with an annoyed expression. He moved to pull me back for another kiss, but I stopped him again. “Hey! You little—”

   Before my loudmouth ex could make a scene, I clamped my hand over his mouth and dragged him into the innermost bathroom stall with me. The tiny space felt even more cramped with two grown men squeezed inside. Both of us were panting heavily from the mix of adrenaline and excitement. Just a few seconds after we locked the door, someone walked into the bathroom.

   I held my breath for several seconds, feeling a movement between my legs. While I kept my hand over his mouth and pinned him against the wall, Babe, unbelievably, still managed to stir trouble. He rubbed his knee against the front of my pants, his eyes sparkling with mischief, as if he didn’t care at all that someone else was outside.

   “Don’t…” I whispered a warning, but of course, it had no effect. Babe shook his head free from my hand, and once his mouth was free, he flashed a wide grin before his hand shamelessly took over where his thigh left off.

   Babe’s touch sent shivers through my entire body. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, pressing kisses and nibbling lightly, alternating with slow licks as if he wanted to devour me. One of his hands eagerly worked my sensitive spots, while I could only stand there, letting him toy with my body as he pleased. My mind was too preoccupied with the fear that the person outside might realize two guys were getting it on in this brand-new bathroom.

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