Page 16 of About Last Night

“Safe to say it’s probably not, but I also think we both know we can’t really cross that line.”

“When should I start calling you Kevin Costner?”

I couldn’t have rolled my eyes harder than I did then. “How long have you been holding on to that Bodyguard reference?”

“Pretty much since you started working for Raf. Actually, probably before you started working for him, but after he announced he was opening a security company for executive protection.”

I remembered that barbecue at my brother’s house when Raf told us his plans. Travis had asked him what exactly “executive protection” meant and Raf had said it was essentially bodyguards.

“Anyway…getting back to the problem. Got any brotherly advice for me?”

He chuckled, and it was clear he was back to finding this situation hilarious. “Wear a condom.”

“Seriously?”

“Come on, Wyatt, I don’t know what you expect me to say. You’ve never come to me with this kind of issue, so I assume that if you’re asking for my advice it means you’ve already crossed the line in your mind.”

“I haven’t.”

Had I?

I definitely had when I’d thought about her after I caught her masturbating. And that wasn’t the last time I thought about her while I jacked off.

Fuck.

“I gotta go,” I told him, needing to end this conversation and think long and hard about what I was really risking here.

I hung up and left my phone on the counter as I headed into the bedroom. I was already too tempted to text Jamie and check in, so it was safer to have my phone a far distance from me.

The bedroom was as extravagant as the rest of the place. I’d never stayed in Raf’s New York condo since I usually stayed on the West Coast, but I definitely understood the appeal and why he took so many trips here. If I thought the bedroom was nice, it was nothing compared to the bathroom.

After a long day, a shower to loosen up the tension in my muscles was a great idea. It was one of those fancy rain showers along with three different showerhead features if you didn’t want to use the rain one. I turned it up as hot as my skin could tolerate and then stripped out of my clothes unceremoniously, dropping them in a heap on the floor before I stepped inside.

The second the hot water hit my body, my muscles relaxed. I let the warmth seep into my bones then rinsed my hair. As soon as I closed my eyes to avoid getting water in them, I saw Brynn. Those big green eyes, her brown hair that had naturally reddish streaks in it. Just the image of her in my mind was enough for my body to react. All the blood rushed south, and instead of feeling shame or guilt, I gave in.

I gripped my hard shaft, tugging a few times as I let my imagination go wild with images of Brynn—some from that night I caught her in the bath, some from her performances, and some that had never happened, but that I’d give my left nut to experience in real life.

My grip tightened as my strokes increased. I braced my other hand against the smooth black tile of the shower, and I imagined Brynn down on her knees.

Her plump pink lips wrapped around the thick head of my cock. Her green eyes looked up at me, watching intently for further instruction.

“Suck it.”

My head tipped back as she sucked hard, her tongue flicking lightly underneath and making pleasure tingle up my spine.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.”

But Brynn was an overachiever and she wanted more. She gripped my thighs as she took more of me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, her throat tightening around the head of my dick.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you,” I said, locking my gaze with hers and brushing her wet hair out of her face. “You’ve convinced everyone you’re a good girl, but you love having me at the back of your throat, don’t you? You like being on your knees while I fuck that dirty little mouth of yours, don’t you?”

Her eyes watered as I pumped faster into her mouth and she hummed a confirmation. The vibration of her hum combined with her swallowing again was all it took.

I came with a deep groan against the tile wall. I dropped my forehead against the back of my hand still braced against the tile as I struggled to find the strength to remain standing.

If just the fantasy of this woman left me feeling this wrecked, how would I feel if I got to experience the real thing?

DON’T MAKE BIG DECISIONS WHEN YOU’RE EMOTIONALLY INVESTED