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Ethan

Ididn’t have much of an attachment to my apartment. It was utilitarian and convenient, like the housing I’d been in when I was in the Navy.

But seeing Taylor traipsing around her apartment in tight leggings, thin tank tops, and worst of all, no bra, made me want to retreat to my place and never leave.

It was her house. She had every right to live in it the way she wanted to, even if it made my dick hard as steel.

She wasn’t trying to rile us up on purpose, was she? She and Harrison had hooked up once, and Harrison had actively been trying to avoid being alone with her. She must have picked up on that, because she kept several feet of distance between her and Harrison at all times. But the looks they gave each other were capable of heating up the room ten degrees.

We’d only been there for three days. And we were going to be there indefinitely, at least until we figured out that she was completely safe from the increasing threats.

Shit.

I stared up at the ceiling of the guest bedroom I was in, the light from the sunrise just barely filtering past the shades. Her entire apartment smelled like her, like lemons and something sweet. Maybe vanilla? This guest room was no different, which made existing in it even more difficult.

My cock tented the blankets. Usually, I took care of it without much thought and got on with my day. But I’d been trying to ignore it these past few days in the hopes that thoughts of Taylor wouldn’t creep into my fantasies. Who was I trying to fool, though? Thinking of her when I stroked myself was inevitable.

I kicked down the blankets and shoved my boxers down just far enough for my cock to spring free. Grasping the base of my cock made me suck a breath in through my nose. I was so sensitive already, a bead of moisture spilling off my tip and down the side.

Images of Taylor making lunch yesterday, wearing nothing but bike shorts and a crop top, popped into my head. The fabric had hugged her heart-shaped ass like the shorts had been made just for her. She kept bending over to grab different appliances from beneath the counter, giving me an even better view.

My hand moved up and down my shaft faster as my imagination took over. I imagined her bent over in front of me, but naked as I slid into her from behind. I never wanted to hurt her since she was a virgin, but in my fantasies, I took her rough and fast, her sweet moans filling the air.

I came all over my stomach embarrassingly fast, my chest heaving up and down as if I’d just gone for a run. Coming had taken the edge off, but it wasn’t gone completely.

I took a shower, ending it with a blast of cold water, and dressed. Taylor, Harrison, and Cody were already in the kitchen, and she was making coffee.

“Good morning,” she said with one of her sweet smiles. Guilt crept into my thoughts as I studied the flirty little dress she was wearing, but I pushed it aside.

“Morning.” I pulled out my phone. “Your schedule today is pretty full, but you have the evening free. Are you ready?”

“I am, as soon as I get our travel mugs together.” She turned her back to me and opened the cabinets. Despite the cold outside, the back of her dress was mostly open, scooped low like a ballerina’s leotard. “Do you want any coffee? Oh, right, I forgot you don’t drink it.”

“I’ll just have a glass of water. I’ll get it myself.” My mouth was dry, anyway. I guzzled down a glass by the time she was ready to go.

Going through the motions of the day—scoping out and securing locations, taking her from place to place, waiting for her to finish whatever meetings she was in—helped me keep my mind off sex. But then we went home for the evening. The past three nights, she’d had events, so we weren’t all sitting around together. Now we were going to be inside together with nothing to do.

We all changed into something more comfortable and returned to her kitchen, her apartment’s central hub. Once again, she’d put on an outfit that made my mouth water—leggings and a snug t-shirt under. The way her nipples peeked through the fabric told me she wasn’t wearing a bra, either.

I neededsomethingto do, or I was going to get an embarrassing erection like a teenager.

“Do you guys want dinner? There’s a new barbecue place that I heard is good,” Taylor said.

“Oof, I don’t trust barbecue up here.” Harrison laughed. “Sorry. It’s never the same as the stuff back home at my dad’s restaurant.”

“Your dad has a restaurant?” Taylor’s eyes brightened with curiosity.

“Yeah. It’s nothing fancy like the restaurants around here, but he gets lines going out into the parking lot. Especially since he has some fish and vegetarian options. They’re surprisingly popular.” Harrison’s voice was filled with pride and love, as it always was when he talked about his family. “I wish you could try it sometime.”

“I’d love to.” She dragged her fingers through her ponytail, her gaze flicking up and down Harrison. She looked like she wanted to have him for dinner. I cleared my throat.

“What about pizza?” I suggested.

“Pizza sounds good,” Cody added.

“Let’s do pizza, then.”

She pulled out her phone and ordered for us all. Now we had a half hour to wait until one of us had to go down and get it. Thirty long minutes of being in a room with her with nothing to do. I had to think of something to donow,or I’d break.

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