Page 63 of More Than Friends

I want it so bad.

I use my free hand to pull the comforter up my body, hoping the thickness of the material covers the sound of the vibrator. It’s my quietest one, and with Jude’s room across the house, I shouldn’t have to worry about him hearing anything anyway.

But I bite my lip and do my best to stay quiet as I think about what it’d be like if heweren’tacross the house from me.

I imagine him in my bed. My eyes flutter open and shut in pleasure as I think about how good it’d feel to have the weight of him on top of me. I want to feel the scrape of his five o’clock shadow on my skin. I want to feel his thick fingers inside me as he gets me ready to take his dick.

I want to know the dirty things he’d say to me if he were in bed with me right now. I blush at the memory of him telling me how dirty he could talk. Is he demanding in bed? Or would he prefer me to take the lead? I’d do anything to find out.

“Jude.” His name comes out as a moan again. I can’t help it. I’m so turned on by thoughts of him that I’m desperate to come as I imagine it’s him making me orgasm instead of the vibrator.

I circle my clit one more time with the toy before slowly inching it inside myself.

“Oh my God,” I pant, my toes curling underneath the comforter. With every inch I push in, I imagine it’s Jude’s dick instead.

My entire body feels hot as fire builds low in my abdomen. I know I’m close to coming. I rock my hips up and down, pushing the vibrator deeper. I let out another moan at the feeling of it pulsing inside me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve imagined what it’d feel like to have sex with Jude. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve touched myself thinking of him more times than I’d like to admit. But there’s something about tonight that feels more intense. I think it was the way he let his thumb dance across the top of my hand when we were in his office. Or the intensity in his eyes that felt like he wanted to say more when he called the Pembroke event this Friday a date.

It’s like the floodgates of my desire for him have been fully opened, and instead of feeling guilty for wanting him so badly, I’m giving in to it, just for tonight. I could’ve waited for him to put Ava to bed tonight and cornered him in the kitchen andkissed him the way I’ve dreamed about, but instead, I hid in my room alone.

Imagining him fucking me isn’t crossing a line…right? If I don’t act on my desperate need for him, I’m technically still keeping him in the friend zone.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself as I pick up the speed at which I push the vibrator in and out of me as I imagine it being his length instead.

Goosebumps pop up on my skin as I imagine him kissing along my neck as he thrusts.

I need more. My fingers trail along my ribs as I guide them to my nipple, squeezing the sensitive bud to feel more. The comforter slides off the top half of my body slightly, but I don’t care enough to fix it.

I’m too close.

My hips circle as pressure begins to build.

I’m going to come.

Heat pools low in my core, and I know I’m seconds away from a release.

I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back, reveling in the way my entire body feels lit with desire because of the building orgasm.

“Jude,” I moan, this time a little louder.

I pull the vibrator all the way out, and I’m about to push it as deep as I can to hit the spot I need it to hit most…when a sound has my eyes popping open.

My entire body stills as my gaze immediately connects with Jude’s. He leans against the doorframe, wearing nothing but his glasses and a pair of gray sweatpants. One hand grabs onto the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him in place, while the other strokes up and down his bulging length.

I’m too stunned to say anything. I’ve been caught. Before my brain can even process what’s happening, he’s clearing histhroat. “If you’re going to come thinking of me, the least you could do is let me be the one to do it.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

JUDE

Ava’s beenasleep for over two hours, which has me hopeful that tonight might not have to be a night we go for a drive to keep her that way.

I’m so excited about the fact that Ava’s actually sleeping in her crib without needing to be driven around that I feel like I should tell Charlotte the sleep training might be working.

I make my way to her room, trying not to read into why she hasn’t left her room since we spoke in my office. She said good night to Ava, but I figured that after she spoke with her family and changed from work, she’d come back out. She never did, not even to eat. I know because I sat in the kitchen waiting for her. The more time that passed by, the more I worried that maybe she was avoiding me.

Maybe calling it a date was too much.