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I would have definitely remembered sleeping with Lottie in the same bed.
“It isn’t the same thing over the phone, is it?” she insists, and I’m about to fucking lose my mind with how her leg keeps sliding up and down mine.
“Lottie, can I tell you something without you taking it the wrong way?”
“You can tell me anything. You know that. No judgment. Remember?”
Right.
No judgment.
I turn my whole body to face hers, breaking the connection between us.
“I really want to fuck you right now.”
Her lips part at my crude remark, a flash of desire flickering in her gaze.
“But something tells me that’s not what you want. Not while you have a boyfriend, at least.”
Her hooded gaze falls to my lips, and I can feel just how much she wishes she was someone else. Someone who left caution to the wind and took what her heart truly desired, and fuck the consequences.
“So, you’re going to have to set some boundaries for me because, right now, I don’t see any.”
“We can’t sleep together,” she says the words I dread to hear out loud. “But I don’t want to leave this bed either.”
“Okay,” I croak, watching her chest heave up and down. “So where do we go from here?”
“I’m not sure,” she says shyly. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll understand,” she says, saddened, and when I don’t answer her right away, she starts lifting herself off the bed.
“No. Don’t go,” I beg, wanting her to lie next to me, even if it means being tortured by it.
She slinks back into bed beside me, our faces so close to one another that I can smell her sweet breath fanning my cheeks.
“Lottie,” I choke on a groan, my cock so hard that it feels like it’s going to burst. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she retorts, her voice coming out graveled with lust.
“Hmm. Then follow my lead. If at any time you think I’m taking things too far and blurring the lines, just tell me to stop.”
“Okay,” she accepts all too willingly.
I’m going to burn in hell for what I’m thinking about doing right now.
But fuck it.
I would rather burn than sleep another night in a cold bed without her.
“Take off your t-shirt for me, baby. I want to see you,” I order, my voice dropping an octave.
She bites down on her bottom lip, doing a poor job of swallowing the wanton moan that leaves her lips after hearing such a request.
She slowly pulls down the bedsheet from us and grabs the hem of her shirt, raising it ever so enticingly up her curvy body. When two ample breasts come into full view, it’s a miracle that I keep my restraint and not cup them in my hands instead.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lottie,” I groan, having to palm my cock to relieve some pressure on it.
“Now you,” she orders, her gaze locking on the bulge in my boxers.
I offer her a curt nod because words always seem to fail me when she’s around. Especially when she’s looking at me like this, with hunger in her eyes. I pull my boxers down, my shaft so hard it hits my navel. She licks her lips, and I groan, imagining that tongue wiping the precum off my crowned head.
