and you were both starring in it, it would be a bestseller for sure. I just don’t know how it’s possible.”
“Okay, okay, we are not talking about this.” I waved my hands, before pointing to the door. “We both have work to do, and I’m finalizing the second site for Diablo tomorrow. Go look busy.”
She sighed dramatically, shaking her head and whispering, “a month,” under her breath like it was a dirty word. And worse, I couldn’t disagree, my hormones at levels that couldn’t be healthy.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh!” I had my own moment of drama, feeling the subtle throb between my legs whenever I thought about it for longer than a second. “This is such bullshit.”
But like I’d told Hayden, I always got what I wanted.
And regardless what anyone thought, I was going to get laid.
Jared
I’D TRIED TO be quiet when I’d entered Presley’s apartment. It was eight a.m. and we’d both been working, Presley already asleep in her bed.
So I followed the usual routine, stripping down to my boxer briefs and slipping into the bed beside her. I liked holding her, loving how she instinctively curled into me whenever I was there and slept with her body on mine.
It had been a while since we’d had sex, her therapist suggesting we take a break while she worked stuff out, and I was willing to do whatever it took. Not to say it was easy, my balls drawing up tight and my dick getting hard with just the slightest encouragement, but I wasn’t going to cave.
Nope.
Not me.
Sure, I’d jerked off so many times I was at risk of developing RSI, but other than my new steady relationship with my hand, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
Hell, there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for her, my heart feeling so full it was a wonder it still fit inside my chest.
I’d barely gotten under the covers when she let out a sigh. It was low and sexy, and sent a vibration right to my shaft. She did that a lot in her sleep, the little whimpers and moans making me offer more prayers to the Virgin Mary than I had in my entire lifetime.
Ignoring my hard-on, I circled my arms around her and shuffled in close. It was only when my hand rested on her hip that I realized what she was wearing. It was that pink slinky thing she’d worn the first day I’d come over. It was soft and clung to her every curve, advertising everything underneath that was just out of my grasp. I was convinced it had been spun in the pits of hell by the Devil, the demonic cloth torturing me some more as she moved against me.
Jesus. Christ
No, really, Jesus. Because praying to the other saints and angels hadn’t fucking helped, and I was doing my goddamn best. So, if someone upstairs wanted to throw me a lifeline, I’d sure appreciate it, because I was really close to losing all fucking sensation in my legs.
My hips rolled without permission, shaking my head as I tried to stop.
Too late, my dick pressed against her ass, letting me know I was on my own.
“Fuck’s sake,” I cursed under my breath, thanking whoever was listening that I still had my underwear on. It was probably the only thing stopping me from fucking the fabric like a deviant, the feel of it in my hands making my eyes water.
I needed to jerk off.
It was either that or dry hump her ass until I came in my boxer briefs, so jerking off was definitely the better plan.
Giving her hips one last squeeze, I rolled to my back so I could slide out of the bed without waking her. But the second I moved, she rolled over too, the barely-there straps falling off her shoulders and exposing one of her tits. She pressed it against me, her nipple hardening as it made contact with my skin.
Really?
I looked up at the ceiling and flipped it off, any hope of heavenly help being torched as her hand came to rest on my waistband. I couldn’t even think straight, trying to recite the batting order of the Yankees in an effort to get a handle on the situation.
“Mmmmmmm,” Presley breathed out, her eyes still closed as she tilted her head up and kissed my neck.
I wasn’t going to make it.
My skin itched, my hands flexing and releasing while my nerves jangled like a junkie desperate to score. And the second her lips moved to mine, I