BENJI
Leave her alone, Jaxon.
Go to bed.
I blew out a breath, long and frustrated, dragging a hand down my face.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
I stood abruptly, sketchpad forgotten, phone heavy in my pocket.
“I’m going to bed,” I threw over my shoulder.
“Already?”Ari asked.“It's barely nine o'clock.”
“Shut up,” I tossed back without heat.
I disappeared down the hall, the quiet of my bedroom swallowing me whole.With my back pressed against the door, I slammed my eyes shut and fisted my dick through my joggers.
Trouble.
All I could see was trouble.
Even with my eyes closed, the image was burned into my skull, my own personal torment.
I knew two things—first, I needed a very,verycold shower.And the second thing… fake relationship or not, I was in way deeper than I planned.
What was this woman doing to me?
Growling, I marched to the bathroom and stripped out of my shirt.My dick sprang up the minute I dragged my joggers down, achingly hard.It didn't help that all I could picture was Savannah sprawled in my bed wearing that fucking black lace—or me ripping it off.They were dangerous thoughts to have, but I wasn't a man who ran away from dangerous things.
I stepped into the shower and cranked the handle until the water ran brutally cold.It hit my skin like the penance I was more than happy to pay—sharp, unrelenting, meant to erase the image from my head.
It didn’t.
I braced my hands against the tiled wall and let my forehead rest there, water cascading over my shoulders, down my spine.My breath came slow, controlled.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
No amount of cold could stop the heat blazing through me.If anything, it enhanced the image.Her eyes.Her legs.Her curves.The longer I closed my eyes, the deeper I drowned into the fantasy of Savannah fucking Bristow.
She was stealing my soul bit by bit, and she didn't even know it.
Dragging a ragged breath, I reached for the shower gel and squirted some in the palms of my hands.
“Get it together,” I muttered, but my voice echoed back hollow.
I tried to wash up—tried to ignore the pulsing in my veins—until I couldn't block it out anymore.Suddenly she was there, standing right in front of me and taking over every action.My hand glided across my chest, skimming over the outlines of my abdomen and sinking lower until it circled around my dick.
I gritted my teeth as I squeezed, the tension coiling in my shoulders.
My mind conjured the image of her sinking to her knees, lips parted and waiting for me.Just for me.
