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I feelwarm arms wrapped around me. One hand skates slowly up and down my hip, playing with the boxer shorts I have on. I press my ass back into his crotch, enjoying the closeness we're sharing.
The events of yesterday start coming back to me and play back through my head. Realization dawns on me. I'm in Brad's bed but not how I want to be. I'm here because he came to my rescue. I go to move out of his clasp. Letting him hold me like this is too dangerous, but he grips me into him tighter.
"Just a few minutes more, I'm not ready to let you go," he murmurs into my hair. And for a minute, I think he must still be sleeping. Fantasizing about a different reality.
As his hand slips up under my shirt and brushes over my breast, I know he must be asleep. If he were fully conscious, there is no way he would be touching me like this. He cups it, rolling my nipple in his fingers. It sends a shiver of pleasure through my body, and I feel the hardness of his cock pressed into my ass.
Man, I want this with him. But I can't,wecan't. He'll lose his job and I can't be responsible for that. "Brad, as much as I want you to wake me up with your morning wood, we really can't," I whisper to him.
As if realizing what he's doing, he pulls his hand back from me, quickly rolling over to his side of the bed. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have done that. I was half asleep and not thinking."
"It's okay. It's my fault, I shouldn't have blurred the lines by staying in your bed last night. I was being a silly scaredy cat." I slip out of his bed, letting my legs hang over the side. "I'm just going to get myself dressed, then I better get home and work out what to do about what happened yesterday," I say, reluctant to leave but knowing I have to. Reality awaits.
He reaches out for my arm to stop me. "Andy, this isn't your fault. I overstepped the mark, and I'm really sorry. It won't happen again. Okay?"
I focus on him, my gaze locked with his. He's so handsome, even first thing in the morning and all sleepy. "Don't be sorry. I would do just about anything to fuck you again. But I'm not going to be the reason you lose your job. That's the only reason I'm walking away right now."
I slip out of bed and pad across the plush carpet to the en-suite in search of the clothes I came here in last night. I find my costume where I left it, crumpled in a pile on the floor. I shimmy out of Brad's boxers and pull the costume on under the pale blue T-shirt of his, I tie it in the front so it looks like I'm wearing it as a dress. I wash my face and try and wrangle my hair into a braid off to one side that sits over my shoulder. That will have to do. Zipping the knee-high boots back on, I step out of the bathroom.
Brad is sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed as well, in worn jeans and an old faded soccer jersey. He looks mighty fine for someone who has just woken up. "Hope it's okay if I borrow your shirt? I ask. "I don't want to show up at home in just this."
He looks me up and down. He seems upset or angry. "Andy, you make controlling myself almost impossible." Nope, he's frustrated. He's just as sexually wound up as I am. We both want to act on it, but we know we can't.
"So do you, Brad. Let's go before we do something we will both regret," I whisper, getting the words out with difficulty.
He takes my hand, and I gaze at his handsome face. He is so intense right now, his eyes dark with desire. "I won't regret it." He looks like his mind is made up. He wants this, fuck the consequences.
I look at him, confused. "You will when you lose your job." I swallow, my line of sight dropping to his lips.
"I won't lose my job unless I get caught," he says, his other hand coming to my hip and tugging me down on top of him so I'm straddling his lap on the edge of the bed.
Oh man, why does he have to say stuff like that? He's laying his cards on the table, and he knows I want this just as much as he does. A moment of stupidity comes over me, and I can't resist him a moment longer. I lean in and press my lips to his.
His hand rises to my neck, pulling me deeper into him, our kiss intensifying quickly, and it's everything I remember from that night and more. Deep, passionate, and intense. My hands roam up and under his shirt, touching his muscular chest.
He pulls back from me, sucking on my bottom lip, his intense gaze locked with mine. I'm already breathless. He's filled with fire and looks like he could eat me alive.
I feel my nipples harden, and the wetness between my legs increases. My body is begging for him to take me and do everything his eyes promise. I lean up to kiss him again, my eyes fluttering closed as I get lost in the moment.
Only to be interrupted by the sound of my ringtone echoing through his quiet bedroom.
I pull back from him. "I should get that, it might be one of the girls," I say reluctantly.
I slide off his lap and reach for my phone, seeing the name Jasmine. "Hey, Jassie."
Brad pulls me back to sit on the bed between his legs. He places kisses down my neck. How can something so wrong feel so right with him?
"Where are you, Andy? You need to get home. Dad just got here and saw your room. He's pissed, says he's going to kill whoever is doing this to his baby. The police are on their way." She sounds panicked, and I know what my dad can be like, and she's been left to deal with him. She's right, I better get over there and quick.
Brad's still kissing down my neck, trying to distract me, and God, do I want that distraction. "How does he know already?" I ask her.
"I talked to Mom this morning. Sorry, I was worried. Dad must have got in the car and left straight away. You know how he is, especially when it comes to you."
I let out a sigh, knowing this moment is over. "It's okay, I'm on my way home now. See you in ten."
"See you then."
I disconnect the call and turn to Brad. "I'm sorry, I need to get home. My dad is losing it and the cops are on their way to check it all out."
