by surprise. I couldn’t blame her for the uncertainty she was obviously feeling.
Lying in my bed in the hotel room, I was already awake and thinking about her when my alarm went off. I smacked a hand out to turn it off but then lay back in bed. I didn’t have much to pack this morning and I only needed to grab a quick shower before I met up with Leah and Rick for breakfast. We’d be eating together and then Jefferson and I were flying back to New York later on.
We had another busy day ahead of us, even if it was a Sunday. As I lay there, I tried to envision what Leah’s day today looked like. I knew the restaurant wasn’t open, so I wondered what she had planned for the day before heading to her parents’ for dinner later.
The longer I stayed in bed, the more I found my brain meandering down that path. I’d gotten a driver who would take them back to their places since I had an early flight, and I imagined Leah getting back to wherever she lived and letting her overnight bag fall to the floor.
In my head, she lived in a studio apartment and the bed wouldn’t be too far away. She moved right for it, sinking down on her mattress as she thought about how crazy this weekend had been.
While thinking about the weekend, she’d end up thinking about last night. About how close we’d gotten to getting a taste of what I knew we’d both wanted in that moment.
I imagined how her hands would skate up and down her sides, how her fingers would dip below the waistband of her jeans. Of course, since this was my fantasy, I could also show up at her place whenever I wanted to.
And I desperately wanted to. So, suddenly I was there. Taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and her unbuttoned pants.
As I imagined rubbing the pad of my thumb over her pink lips, my second alarm went off. I started in bed, reaching out to silence the thing again. If I didn’t get going soon, I’d get to breakfast late and then the rest of my day would feel rushed and fucked. But I was so hard that there was no way I could just ignore the fucking tent under my sheets.
Weighing my options, I decided to take care of it in the shower. A minute later, I was standing under the warm water with one hand braced against the wall and the other wrapped firmly around the nightstick that was my erection.
In no time at all, I was back in that studio apartment with Leah. We were both naked this time, and it was her hand fisted around me instead of my own. She was arching into me, her perfect tits mashed against my chest as she rode my fingers.
I stroked harder as I imagined what her face would look like when she was about to come for me, already feeling pleasure igniting at the base of my spine. When her pussy contracted around me, I let go. My head fell back as a primal roar ripped out of me, and my knuckles went white against the wall.
With my chest heaving as I came back down, I screwed my eyes shut and tried to get my breathing under control. Fuck. Okay. I just jerked off to my best friend’s little sister.
Promising myself that it wouldn’t happen again, I grabbed my shampoo and raced through my shower. After finishing up, I dressed in a fresh suit and stuffed the few of my belongings I’d taken out back into my bag.
Leah and Rick walked into the breakfast area in the lobby just a minute after me. Rick was on his phone, speaking excitedly to someone, and Leah looked nervous, which I was taking as a good sign.
While my friend was otherwise occupied, I took in the sight of his sister in another pair of tight, washed-out jeans and a shirt that was just a little more revealing than the one she’d been wearing yesterday.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to really get her underneath me. With my early morning fantasy about her still so fresh in my mind, it didn’t come as a surprise when my dick stirred as she approached me.
“Hey,” she said, blinking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers in front of her stomach. “How was the rest of your