Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
When was the last time I got laid, anyway? I search my memory while peeling off my clothes and can’t come up with a clear answer by the time I turn on the shower. It’s easy to let my needs fade into the background when there’s always so much on my plate. I’m a grown man. I can handle my hungers.
At least that’s what I tell myself when I’m not in a situation like this. With a sleeping, innocent thing snoring away under the covers. It doesn’t help that once she’s awake, she lights up part of my brain few people ever have. The way she challenges me keeps me on my toes, her little quips—I shouldn’t enjoy her the way I do.
And considering the raging hard-on that refuses to quit as I soap up, there’s a part of me that would like to enjoy her a lot more. It’s dangerous to let myself think along these lines. I’m normally more disciplined than this. I need to get to sleep so I’ll have the capacity to figure out what to do with her in the morning. It’s clear I can’t spend my days hovering over her. None of us can. There’s work to be done, work she cannot witness or even know about.
Yet even with these concerns running across my mind like a stock ticker, I’m still hard as a rock by the time I rinse off. How am I supposed to sleep with blue balls threatening to fuck up the rest of my night? Women will never understand—they treat it like a joke. They don’t know how painful it can be to wait it out until the pressure eases. It can take hours sometimes. No, it won’t kill me, but I don’t do well when I’ve lost sleep. She doesn’t want to see me in that mood.
When I close my eyes, I see hers in front of me. How wide and fear-filled they’d be if I walked into the bedroom and pulled the blankets back. Her chest would heave with every ragged breath, and her plump lips would part, and dammit, this is no good. Precum oozes from my tip, and my body is one large, stress-filled knot, no matter how much hot water hammers down on my muscles. There isn’t enough to soothe the tension—no way I’m making it through this night feeling the way I do.
Without thinking, I take myself in hand and give my cock a single stroke that leaves me gritting my teeth against a groan. She’s out cold, but still. I can’t risk her hearing me like this and getting the wrong idea... Which would be the right idea, come to think of it.
Instinct takes over, and I sigh, giving myself over to the sensation building in my core. Like a coiled snake beginning to unfurl. Something that could be dangerous if I leave it unchecked.
She would be so easy to claim, too. I’m not going to forget that clumsy attempt of flirting in the elevator. It isn’t easy acting like I wasn’t tempted. I’m tempted now, every minute I spend with her. And she’s here, and she trusts me. What other choice does she have? I can’t break that trust.
Yet here I am, stroking myself faster, imagining every step of stripping her bare. Worshipping her body, indulging myself in her smell and her taste. I bet anything she’s sweet. Addictive. And I have no doubt I could make her body sing while she screams my name.
“Fuck…” I whisper, my head falling back as the familiar rush consumes me. There’s no going back now, not with a porno playing in my mind like a movie. Having her body pinned beneath mine, watching desire swirl in her eyes while she arches her back to give me her body. Say my name. Tell me what you need. And she would, too. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself once I got started. She’s a fiery girl. I wonder how hot she would burn.
The sudden rush comes over me all at once, and I give myself over to it, painting the tiled wall with one spurt of hot seed after another until my ears ring, and I go weak in the knees. That was necessary. I needed to get that out of my system. No way could I leave this shower and keep my hands to myself otherwise.
Although... once I’m dried off, and I open the bathroom door wide enough to see her still sleeping soundly, I wonder if I should play it safe and sleep on the couch. It can’t hurt to have a wall between us. Then again, what happens if she pulls another one of her bullshit stunts? I can just imagine being startled awake by an alarm or a sudden phone call saying she managed to sneak past me to wreak havoc on another floor.