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“If she hasn’t texted me by now, she’s probably asleep.”
“It’s too risky,” he argues.
“So? Don’t you ever take risks?” I counter.
“When it comes to you? No.”
I don’t know why the words warm me but they do, and I feel them in my chest and between my legs as they wrap around me. “Tell me this isn’t over.”
He sighs. “I don’t know, Shay.”
I swallow and take a step closer to him, running my hand up his torso again and then back down, allowing it to graze over his grointwice.My knuckles drag down his shaft and then I place my palm flat against his dick that’s slightly hard and I squeeze. “Are you sure?”
His nostrils flare and then he’s pushed me against the door, his arms on either side of me, his face a mere inch from mine and I wonder why he hasn’t kissed me yet. “Next time you touch my dick, it’s going in your mouth.” He takes a step back and I struggle to breathe after having him in my space. He shrugs cockily. “If you do that kind of thing,” he says repeating my words back to me.
I open the door behind me, realizing my best game plan is to keep him wanting more and maybe not while Veronica is sleeping over. “Oh, I do all kinds of things.” I give him a wicked smirk before I’m out the door without another look back, despite the fact that I know he’s right behind me.
Me: Can we go for a run?
Damian: Of course, when will you be ready?
Me: 20 minutes?
Damian: So, by that you mean 35?
Me: *middle finger emoji*
Damian: I’ll be ready in 20.
I really don’t want to go for a run but Idowant to parade around Damian in tight spandex shorts and a sports bra. I’m still buzzing from the events of last night. My skin tingles from where he touched me, and the spaces where he alluded to touching me ache with the thought of him there.
Goddamn, he is so fine.
“Next time you touch my dick it’s going in your mouth.” I squeeze my eyes shut thinking about the delicious orgasm I gave myself last night when I got back to my room. I was wound up so tight by my night with Damian that I was ready to come the second I glided my finger over my clit. I didn’t even need my vibrator.
Okay, I did use it after, but it only helped marginally. At this point, I don’t think I’m going to know true relief until Damian Hunt is between my legs.
“I do that kind of thing.” My mind remembers. In reference to my pussy.Him eating it.
I wave a hand over my face trying to calm myselfand my pussydown. I pull on the pale purple spandex shorts and sports bra that matches because this color makes my skin glow and the shorts make my ass look fantastic.
And Damian runs behind me so…
I pull my hair up into a high ponytail, grateful for the natural wave it’s sporting today from my curls from yesterday. I put on a headband to keep any stray hairs out of my face and protect my edges and grab my phone and my AirPods. Sometimes I run in silence, but I feel like music today to drown out the roaring thoughts of wanting my bodyguard to fuck me until I don’t know my own name.
I stare at the mirror and notice my nipples are hard, easily visible through my top. I’m not cold but sometimes I can’t hide them—it probably doesn’t help that I’m still very horny despite my three orgasms last night,and while most of the time I change into something that conceals them better, I decide against it for obvious reasons.
I make my way down the hall, peeking my head into the guest room knowing for sure that Veronica is still asleep, and sure enough, the blackout curtains are drawn and I hear her softly snoring. Not that Veronica would go running. She hates it and prefers literally any other form of working out. I send her a text that I’m going for a run just in case she wakes up and wonders where I am. I make my way down the staircase and a smile finds my face when I see Damian waiting at the door looking like temptation in basketball shorts.
He chuckles and raises an eyebrow as soon as he sees me. “So that’s how you’re playing it, huh?”
“Playing what?” His eyes move off of my face to my chest and then down the rest of my body lingering on my legs before moving up again. His gaze heats my skin and I shift, trying to relieve some of the ache between my legs. “Are you telling me I look good, Mr. Hunt?”
He pulls a baseball hat onto his head opting to leave it forward, thank God. A man in a backwards hat is my fucking weakness. Damian in a backwards hat? I might faint. “Something like that,” he says as he walks out the front door.
I slide my phone in the right pocket on my thigh meant to keep my phone snug and look up at him. It’s only about eight in the morning, but it’s July in LA which means it’s already hot and only going to get hotter in the next hour.
“Once around the community?” he asks, and I nod. It’s about three miles and I usually jog the first mile, walk the second, and jog the third, ending with a sprint.
