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“Gemma, I need you to answer this question for me,” he rasps, his eyes darkening and his expression growing serious.
I let out a breath. “What question?”
“Do you need something from me?”
I gulp. “No, I’m good.”
“Are you sure there’s not something that you REALLY need my help with?” He scrubs a hand down his jaw. “Something only I can do for you,” he says bluntly.
All of a sudden my eyes trace a path from his face to his muscular chest, and then down further. Right now, he’s wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt.Mmm…I can see his sexy abs right through his shirt. And I can see his—
HOLY SHIT! There’s a big bulge in his sweatpants. Is he hard right now?!?
“I don’t think that you should watch me anymore,” he whispers, his voice sounding a little ominous. “It’s having a dangerous effect on me.”
Oh my God! Am I pissing him off?
My heart is pounding wildly. “I don’t. I mean, I-I won’t do it anymore,” I answer quickly. “I didn’t mean to—”
“The effect being that I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, cutting me off. “You’ve been a very naughty little spy.”
I feel my nipples harden into peaks. “What?”
“I have NEVER felt this way before. If only you knew the sexual thoughts that run through my mind,” he groans, his jaw ticking. “You are on my mind daily.”
I shiver. “I don’t understand.”
“I think you do understand, Gemma.” He chuckles low at my reply. “But maybe you need a visual to get you in the right state of mind.”
“A visual?”
“Do you want to see what you do to me?” Wyatt asks before rubbing his hand over the bulge in his pants. “Would that make our situation clearer for you?”
My mind races in circles. “What are you saying?”
“Look, Gemma, just hearing you moan my name was enough to make this happen to me.” He pulls the waistband of his sweatpants down a little and I catch a glimpse of the swollen head of his cock.
“Oohh…God…” I gasp as a bead of precum glistens in the bright, halogen hallway lights.
“All this, and now it aches to be inside you,” he admits, his eyes clouding over with lust.
“Lord, have mercy…” I mutter.
Wyatt leans an arm against the doorframe, his forehead resting against my apartment door. “What was I doing to you when you moaned my name earlier?” His voice is a whisper. “Tell me so I can do it tenfold to you in real life.”
I clench my thighs.Is this really happening?“You were dry-fucking me in my dream,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating up. “With a freakishly large eggplant emoji.”
“My cock was a huge eggplant?” He pulls back and smiles. “Fuck, baby, you need the real thing. It’s as simple as you opening this door.”
“But that’s just it. None of this feels real.”
“That’s because my cock isn’t inside you,” he explains quickly. “I promise you that will feel VERY real.”
I chew on my lower lip. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Christ, Gemma…are you a virgin?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
