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My chest heaves and the pressure builds, making me wish I could’ve done this sooner. I pretend it’s not me but one of the guys doing this instead. Not any of them specifically, but all of them switching back and forth in my mind as I go faster and harder. It’s so fucked up but so effective all at once.
My orgasm is just under the surface waiting to explode when I suddenly feel like I’m being watched. Slowly opening my eyes to prove to myself I’m just being stupid, I lock gazes with a wide-eyed and very shocked Milo standing in the doorway.
“Oh my god!” I shout in surprise, jumping up without thinking, only to slip from all the soap and bubbles inside the tub.
My arms fling out to catch me as I go tumbling over the edge of the tub. Unfortunately, I feel a bit of my magic go flying from my fingertips just before I hit the floor as a naked, wet and soapy mess. I don’t have time to assess if I hurt myself when I fell. All I can think of is getting to my towel and wrapping it around me as the mortification sets in.
When I’ve got it secured around me, I glance up at Milo, fully expecting him to be filled with rage at my being in here pleasuring myself. Instead, I see him wiping pink glittering dust from his eyes that is steadily sinking into his skin. A pink glow fades from his irises as he lowers his hands and stares at me, desire evident in the way his eyes are roaming over my towel-covered body in a way they never have before.
Fuck. Lust dust.
“Milo?” I say his name when he says nothing and just stares at me. I don’t know how much dust I released, but from the lack of anger I should be getting, I’m guessing it was a good bit.
“What are you doing in my bathroom?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Uh, Bellamy said you wouldn’t mind since the stopper in the other tub is broken…” I tell him, extremely worried about what I’ve done.
He nods, still not taking his eyes off me. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” he admits, taking a few steps forward.
“Me falling out of the tub? Yep. Super sexy. Do it all the time. Okay, let’s go out to the kitchen—”
“Who were you thinking about?” Milo asks in a husky tone, his posture that of a predator stalking its prey.
“Well, I think I just see my life flash before my eyes when I fall. Never know if I’m going to die or not,” I reply, knowing damn well he’s not talking about me falling, but I will do literally anything to distract him from the lust-induced haze. Unfortunately, humor is not helping.
“Do you think of me?” he asks, stepping so close to me now that if I so much as twitch, my chest will brush his. “When you’re fucking yourself with your fingers, do you think of me?”
This is so not good.
“Look, you’re not yourself right now. Why don’t I make you a cup of coffee and we can talk about your date.” And why you’re home early. And how I’m going to keep you at bay until the Lust Dust wears off. And probably about if I still have a job after this wears off and he remembers what he just walked in on me doing.
I’m so screwed.
“I don’t want coffee right now,” he replies, and without hesitation, he grabs me and pushes me up against the wall next to the sinks. His body anchors mine against the wall and his hands travel up my sides against the towel, coming to a stop at the base of my skull.
He tangles his fingers into my hair and slams his mouth against mine. Without meaning to, I moan against his lips as he kisses me so passionately, I forget all the reasons this should not be happening. It just feelssodamn good to be kissed. I sink into him and allow myself to let go, just a little.
When his hands start to migrate down and I feel the towel begin to open between us, though, reality snaps back and bites me in the ass. My eyes fly open and I shove him away with all my might. Which essentially sends him tumbling backward and into the still-filled bathtub.
I gasp in horror, not intending that to happen at all. Honestly, the tub wasn’t even behind him. How in the candy hearts did he manage to careen sideways?Oh, Cupid.
Milo surfaces from beneath the water, sputtering and looking around wildly in confusion. It’s then I realize the water must’ve washed away whatever Lust Dust lingered in his eyes. I didn’t know that was a thing, but I’m taking notes in case it happens again.
When his gaze falls on me, his brows lift in surprise. Then they bug out when he sees I’m in a towel that’s just hanging on me for dear life. He promptly averts his eyes and starts to pull himself from the tub, his clothes and hair just cascading with water.
“True? What was I doing in the tub and why are you in here?”
“Uhhh…” Well, shit.
* * *
Milo
I’m pretty sure dating is one of my least favorite things to do now.
The date with Rebecca was going fine until I found out she had very little to do with her own daughter and couldn’t remember how old she was to save her life. How do you forget the age of a child you birthed? If she is too busy working to know the simplest thing about her child, how can I expect her to be any better toward Coop?
No. He deserves better.
