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“I think you’re going to like this one,” he says confidently, while I’m settling my back against the headboard beside him. The music starts, and I’m soon forgetting the man beside me, too caught up in the action of a James Bond classic. He knows these are my favorites.
About halfway through, my eyes start drifting closed. I love this movie, but jet lag is winning the battle and pulling me into sleep. It’s been a long day of traveling.
When I come awake, my face is smooshed into a warm, firm shoulder, which is attached to a muscular arm and a large hand that is currently cupping my right breast.
Shit. This is no dream. I’m being cradled within Jason’s embrace; I’d know his aftershave anywhere.
I don’t dare move. I just breathe. My heart racing in my chest.
This is what I may have had a fantasy or two about in the past, but it still feels wrong to be enjoying this awkward, embarrassing moment as much as I am. Jason’s arm around my waist squeezes me in tighter, my back curling snuggly against his chest, and his other palm slides up and down the curve of my hip. A silent scream echoes in my chest. My thin yoga pants are no barrier to the heat of his touch.
Oh my God, I think I may be having a heart attack. I try to slow my breathing because I don’t want to wake him until I can work out how to deal with this situation. No, that’s not true. I don’t want him to wake up because then he’ll stop.
His hand moves around and down from my hip to gently massage my butt cheek. Oh God, if he keeps doing that, there’s a chance I could orgasm without having removed a stitch of clothing.
I chew on my bottom lip, trying to remain motionless while not making a sound. But when his long fingers slip between my thighs, a squeak pops out.
His hand freezes. “Fuck!”
Yes, please, I want to shout, but I know he’s awake, and the chances of me getting my wishes are nonexistent.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants close to my ear. And I lift my head to look back at him. Sheer panic is etched into every frown line running across his forehead.
I scowl at him. “Okay, Jase, I get it. You didn’t mean to feel me up. But you don’t have to act like you want to chew your arm off in disgust.” I’m so angry with him at this point, I’m beyond embarrassment.
He reaches his hand up to cup the side of my face, turning my whole body to face him so I can’t look away. “D, don’t go projecting your insecurities onto me.” With his other arm still around me, he easily pulls me to sprawl across the top of him. “Does that feel like I’m disgusted by your body?” His fully erect cock is jabbing me in the thigh.
“No, I guess not,” I murmur in a low, breathy voice, my chest rising and falling against his with each word.
“Didn’t think so. Now, I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable and overstepped the boundaries of our friendship. Let’s put it down to us being exhausted from the travel.”
His arm loosens its hold, and I quickly roll off him. I cannot have a proper conversation with Jason while his penis is trying to imprint itself into my thigh muscle. I scramble to the side of the bed and pull myself up to stand beside it on shaky legs.
Looking down at him, all I see is the bulge protruding up at me from his jeans. “Ahh, can you please do something about that?” Seeing his impressive appendage is almost as bad as feeling it against my thigh.
He raises one brow. “What do you suggest I do?”
“I don’t know, just make it go down,” I reply, while doing everything in my power to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside and ready to shoot out at any moment.
“Easier said than done when he thought he was heading for a good time.”
“Are you seriously referring to your penis in the third person?”
He chuckles, and I can’t hold back the smile stretching across my own lips. This is a ridiculous situation.
“Maybe it would help if you stopped staring at my cock,” he says, still grinning as he starts to undo his belt buckle.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, my eyes popping out of my head.
The top button on his jeans is undone, and he’s sliding the zipper down. “I’m adjusting myself so I can stand up without hurting him,” he explains calmly, his dark gaze not leaving my face while his hand slips beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and fiddles about with his junk. Sorted out, he stands up on the other side of the bed, then zips back up.
“I can still see it,” I tell him, and he smiles back.
“Of course you can. My cock is not going down without some serious work in the shower.”
“Oh! I probably didn’t need to know that.”
He shrugs. “Probably not. I’ll see you downstairs later, D.”
