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Yeah, but so is your brother and you love him.

Whoa. I don’t love Sawyer.

Yet.

I’m mildly indifferent to the man, leaning towards cordial. I probably wouldn’t have pushed him away if he kissed me, but I certainly don’t love the man. I barely like him.

Whatever you say…

CHAPTER 14

SAWYER

After our almost-kiss on Saturday, I thought things had shifted between us. I had the kids on Sunday, and I wanted to spend some quality time with them, so I let Raven know I couldn’t make it. When I showed up on Monday, she barely said two words to me the entire time I was there, and I could tell she was mad at me. How do I keep fucking this up? It’s like I’m pulled in so many directions, and I don’t know what to focus on.

It’s better if I get this job done for her as quickly as possible, so I decide to head over early once my shift is done, since the kids are at school. The house is eerily silent when I enter, but Raven’s car is outside, so I know she’s here. I tiptoe through the space in case she’s working. I probably should’ve told her I was coming by.

I need to finish Jonah’s bathroom. Except my toolbox isn’t where I thought I left it. I can already hear Raven’s voice in my head giving me shit about putting things back in their home.

Speaking of Raven, where is she? She’s not at her normal perch. I walk over to her desk and drop into her chair, accidentally knocking her mouse in the process. Her computer screen blinks to life, and I inch closer, trying to make it out.

I was overcome with lust, no longer able to contain the overwhelming need I had for this man. I slowly sank onto his thick length as Wyatt groaned beneath me. The stretch was intense, and I felt simultaneously sated yet hungry as I bounced up and down slowly. The hunger in his eyes was intoxicating, as was the knowledge that he was completely bound and gagged, entirely at my mercy.

Bound and Gagged…possible title?

Holy fucking shit. This isn’t the kind of writing I thought she was doing. Wyatt is a character in the book I’m reading. He’s the hero’s brother. What are the odds?

I stand up quickly, nearly knocking over the chair, and my mind races.

Raven writes romance.

Is Raven Ayana Cox?

Does RJ know? Is that why he gave me an Ayana Cox book?

Focus. I came here to finish a job. I need to complete the task I came to do. I hustle up the stairs to look for my toolbox.

A muffled noise comes from Raven’s room, and I open the door without thinking, ready to check out what ghost is haunting her now. Except it’s not a ghost.

Raven is naked from the waist down, writhing on the bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she holds a vibrator against her pussy. I can’t look away. Her arousal coats the toy as she plunges it in and out in small, short strokes. The sounds are filthy, but she looks divine as she pushes against the headboard with her free hand. “Fuck, right there. That’s it. Oh fuck.”

I shouldn’t be there, but fuck if I could make my feet move.

Her body jerks as she groans, and it feels like her orgasm lasts forever as I watch her come down from the high. She clicks off the vibrator and slowly removes it. There’s something oddly familiar about the toy, and I smile to myself, hoping I’m right. I clear my throat, and her head pops up as she locks eyes with me.

“Holy shit. What are you doing? You scared me!” She clutches her chest but makes no move to cover the exposed lower half of her body.

Say something. Anything. Words would be good. Use your fucking mouth, man.

I must look ridiculous, mouth agape as I stand there still clutching the door handle, praying my untucked shirt is hiding my hard-on.

“Of course this is the thing that makes you shut up. I can’t get you to stop talking, but this is the cat that got your tongue? Really? Women masturbate, Sawyer. You can close your mouth and stop looking so shocked.”

“I…I know they do. Of course they do.”

Her brow lifts in challenge as she climbs off the bed, toy still gripped in one hand as her dress cascades down her thick thighs.

The things I want to do to those thighs. I would worship every inch of them until she was begging me to fill her.