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In that moment, I’d felt like I’d been talking to a version of myself. We’d both opened up and offered a part of ourselves that I’m sure not many people know about. It’d felt weird to leave without saying goodbye.
But how did you say goodbye to someone like Rhys?
Not with a hug it turns out, because the moment I’d brought my arms around his waist and my body against his, my brain had short circuited.
Lust had punched me in the stomach and almost cut me off at the knees as I’d felt the size of his body, the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the warmth of his embrace.
My first mistake had been snuggling in closer instead of cutting it off right there.
Because when I did, I brushed against the length of his hard cock.
His massive, throbbing cock if what I was feeling was anything to go by. It pulsed against my lower stomach, demanding attention, and that’s where the temporary insanity had set in.
I rubbed against him before I could think about it rationally and not through the thick fog of mad lust as it raged through me.
Rhys’ hands clamping my waist and throat had sent wetness pooling to my core. A couple more brushes against him and I’d have come on the spot.
He’d been stronger than me in that moment.
Stupid. So fucking stupid.
I jump into one of the golf carts and tear out of the parking lot towards The Pen, my thoughts still in disarray.
Should I call Carter and tell him what I did?
Is it worth hurting him this way when it was nothing, meant nothing?
If I explain it, it’ll make it worse than it sounds. It was just a hug.
A really dirty, inappropriate hug.
When I park and exit the golf cart, I notice Rhys’ unmoving car in the distance.
He must have followed me home.
He’s far enough away that I can’t make him out behind the wheel, but I know it’s him. He watches me put my key in the front door and step through it before he drives off.
I check my phone when I get to the apartment and notice I have a few unread texts.
Rhys:Stop signs aren’t a suggestion you know.
Rhys:See you tomorrow. Same time.
I reply with the thumbs up reaction to the message but don’t send any other type of response. After a couple of minutes, another text comes through.
Rhys:Think of me when you touch yourself tonight.
Rhys:Think of my fingers, my tongue, and my dick plowing that sweet pussy.
Rhys:I know I will be.
Heat spreads across my face and in my veins as I read his texts. I go straight to my room, close and lock the door and throw myself on the bed.
Guilt and lust war inside me, battling for dominion.
The sexual frustration feels like an unscratchable itch, one that’s driving me completely crazy.
Every time I close my eyes all I can see is the way his eyes glazed over when I’d accidentally bumped against him.
