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Even drunk, she couldn’t miss it in my workout shorts.
I groaned again, scooped her up and stood. I took her to her bed–only a few feet away–and set her on it.
“I am and I am eager for you to do something about it later.”
She popped up onto her knees and unzipped her sweatshirt and flung it off.
I set my hands on my hips as she moved on to her shirt.
“Aspen,” I groaned.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was going to go to hell, but I had to watch her tug that stretchy, snug top off and fling it to the ground.
Shit, she was bare from the waist up. My dick pulsed and I put my hand over it. Squeezed hard. FUCK.
“Okay, bed,” I snapped.
She curled her finger, beckoning me. She was so fucking pretty with those pert tits and tight nipples. So horny.
So drunk.
“Nope. You. Bed. Alone.” When she tucked her fingers into the top of her leggings and started pushing them down, I turned on my heel. “Fuck, tiger. I’ll get you some more water.”
I grabbed her glass from beside the sofa, filled it at the sink and thank fuck, she was sound asleep when I got back to her.
13
LUKE
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I stood, holding the glass, staring at Aspen. Naked, half covered with her sheet.
FUCK! I ran a hand over my face.
I was a perv. I was going to hell. I was an asshole for even peeking at her.
I was also horny as fuck and Aspen was fucking gorgeous.
I set the glass down on her little bedside table–beside her alarm clock, hair ties, and photo of Sierra as a toddler.
I flung her top and leggings to the floor, snagged her tiny lace thong, and pulled her bedding up and over her. She mumbled, then rolled over, her hair fanning out on her pillow.
Turning again, I went to her bathroom, flicked on the light. Eyed myself in the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing, Graham?”
Reaching down, I went to grip my dick and realized I was still holding her thong.
I growled. It was damp and I brought it to my nose. Took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I knew the source of that scent. How it tasted. How it felt under my tongue. How it felt wrapped around me.
Pre-cum spurted from said dick. I pushed the elastic of both my shorts and underwear down and my dick sprang free.
Turning my head, I glanced into the other room, then quietly shut the door.
I was going to hell. No, I was being a good guy. I wasn’t fucking Aspen. Hell, I’d barely touched her and not in a sexual way. A guy shouldn’t get a medal for doing the right thing, but a man had his limits. So did my dick.
I was the guy who was going to rub one out all over a woman’s panties.
