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CHAPTERTEN
Damon
Kate’s soft moans hit me right in the groin as I stand outside the bathroom door.
The moment I let her into the room and made sure she was settled, I bolted downstairs to the private office, clutching my laptop bag like a flotation device.
I needed some space to clear my mind of any temptation where Kate is involved. I’ve even made a mental list of her requests and prioritized the most important stipulations right at the top.
Platonic.
Check.
Emotionally and physically unavailable.
Double check.
Working on PowerPoints for our morning meeting was a helpful diversion, but knowing I’ve got a woman I hardly know living with me is a different kind of distraction.
Water sloshes inside the bathtub, followed by another succession of low moans, and my imagination drags me kicking and screaming toward visions of Kate I have no business conjuring.
Instead, I force myself to remember how we ended up here in the first place. Like the look of complete and utter defeat on her face when we entered that disgusting motel.
As far as I’m concerned, her fate was sealed then and there. I made a weak attempt at tamping down the need to insert myself and protect her, but when she paled at the price of nearby hotels, the battle was lost.
I don’t know how or why, but I think Kate is in need of money. That, or the woman really likes to rough it, and I’m betting it’s not the latter.
Pressing my back to the wall beside the door, I envision Kate sinking into the steaming water. I bet her handful-sized breasts bob against the surface with every inhale.
I struggle to resist the urge of rubbing my palm along the length of my cock, but the temptation is unbelievable.
Just one time… Enough to ease the throbbing.
But my hand remains. Some sort of sense breaks through the sex-fueled haze in my mind that jerking off to a non-consenting naked woman is frowned upon.
A deep sigh from the real Kate has my image of her lying her head back against the porcelain. The slickened ends of her long dark hair tickle the outer edges of her breasts, while one hand teases and tugs at her hardened nipple.
“Fuck,” I whisper when she rolls it between her fingers and moans my name.
“Damon?”
Eyes flying open, I scoop up the laptop bag I left by my feet and all but sprint away from the door.
When I’m sure I’m an appropriate amount of feet from the bathroom, I casually reply, “Yeah?”
Silence…
“Were you creeping on me?”
I choke on a swig of water from the bottle I snagged off the nightstand.
“No, not at all. I didn’t even know you were in there.”
She giggles and I realize how very out of my element I am.
A beautiful young woman with a million-dollar smile isnakedin my bathroom. Sue me for being a little unnerved.
“Where else would I be, silly?”
