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Because it’s impossible to be a distraction when I already can’t stop thinking about you.

Good.

Then I’m not the only one going insane over here.

I heard you get up during the night.

Kinda hoped it was because you were gonna sneak into my room …

Even though I know we can’t.

Sweetheart, it took everything in me not to.

I honestly don’t know if I can fight it anymore.

We said we wouldn’t.

I know.

But I’m a terrible fucking person.

I can’t stay away from you.

I see her shift around in her seat, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she looks incredibly turned on.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Skylar hops up out of her chair. The other two barely even move, just make a grunting sort of noise in acknowledgement that is more reminiscent of Brad as a teenager rather than a young man in his twenties. “You guys keep watching, and I’ll reheat some leftovers for us for dinner once I’m done, yeah?”

She scoops her phone and Kindle up, then crosses toward the stairs.

Our eyes lock.

Those baby blues are almost turned to a deep shade of sapphire, pupils blown out with lust.

My cock is already straining against the front of my jeans.

I let her carry on up to the guest room, hanging impatiently in the kitchen, listening to each footstep, trying to figure out how goddamn long I need to wait before following straight after her. Brad and Flinn seem oblivious to the fact that I’m even here, engrossed in what they’re watching or possibly both half asleep anyway.

The sound of water running drifts down from upstairs.

I’m going to hell for even contemplating this.

It takes everything in me not to mount the steps two at a time. I creep up as quietly as possible.

Skylar has left her bedroom door open just a crack, and I slip inside, twisting and lifting the handle in exactly the way I know will allow it to shut on silent hinges.

A trail of clothes leads me straight to the bathroom, and when I step through the doorway, my girl is already naked and wet. Her spine rests against the tiled walk-in shower, with swirling steam filling the room, and a glide of soapy bubbles coats those perfect fucking tits and softness of her stomach.

She hits me with eyes I could goddamn drown in and lifts a finger to her lips.

My eyes drop down to see where her other hand dips in between her thighs. Already working herself, rubbing in small circles over her clit.

I don’t need a second fucking invitation.

My clothes hit the floor, and I’m on her, barely stifling a groan as I hoist her legs around my waist. Holding her tight with her fingers clung around my neck, I shove inside that velvety channel I’ve been fantasizing about. Having to settle instead for fucking my fist the past couple of nights, choking on her name, desperately missing being wrapped together just like this.

“Oh god.” She lets out a soft moan as my cock shoves deep inside. I almost bite my tongue in half with how unbelievably slick she is. This girl is an absolute mess, her pussy is drenched, and it makes me goddamn feral to know this is the state she’s in while thinking about me.

Using one arm to band her soft body against mine, I cover her mouth with my free hand. “Shh, sweetheart. You’re going to get us caught making slutty little noises like that,” I whisper. The water beats down on my back, and I’m sure no one could hear a thing even if they were standing right outside the door, but we both know it’s the middle of the afternoon, and we’ve not got much time.