“And Doug,” I speak up before he can hang up.
“Yeah?”
“Netflix and HBO.” I let out a laugh of disbelief. “Wow.”
“Exactly. Figure it out. Let me know.”
“Thanks.”
We hang up, and a chill runs over me. I’m standing in my office in my underwear. My chin drips to my chest. I have lost all control in my life.
Hell.
I walk into the laundry room, pull a shirt and sweatpants from the drying rack, and put them on. The dryer light is blinking, so the load is done and there are clothes to be folded. I open it, only to slam it shut when I see the pile of clothes inside.
I cannot fold her clothes right now. Panties and short shorts are not what my mind needs to look at right now. No. All I need to focus on is a computer screen.
Sooner rather than later.
My career depends on it.
I step out of the laundry room but pause when the dryer starts to fluff again.
Fuck it.
I’ll just fold these clothes first.
Then my mind will be clear.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BECK
I’m never sleeping again.
My fingers whizz over the keyboard as I get out every last detail of last night’s dream.
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Even if I can catch my breath, I won’t.
“Do that again, Beck. Again!”
My hips jerked faster and faster as I hold onto her.
“Yes!” her sweet voice calls out, the sound provoking my pending orgasm as it shoots down my spine and through my body.
“Fuck me!” I growl, shooting all I have inside her. The smile on her lips causes the sensation to linger, the sated expression on her face making me realize I’m too far gone for the woman underneath me.
I delete the words as soon as I’m done.
Lesson learned, but motherfucker.
I should have known folding Calla’s clothes and seeing her thongsagain—if folding is even what you’d call it—was going to be a trigger for me. Yeah, I paused too many times to count, imagining her in these tiny pieces of fabric, but I didn’t think that was enough to fill my nights with sex dreams.
I haven’t woken up with an erection that hard since I was in junior high. It was the first night I’d spent the night at Simon’s. We’d spent the afternoon at the pool, and fucking hell, Calla was the star of that dream too.
Have I been a fool for her since I was a kid and never knew it till I married her?
