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“Thank god.” I don’t waste a second, wrapping my hand back around my dick.
At first, my motions are slow. I need her to come first. Need to watch her let go, even if it’s the last time I ever see it.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, chest heaving, skin flushing.
When she closes her eyes this time, I don’t stop her, too captivated by the bliss covering every inch of her. She throws her head back, body convulsing, my name a benediction on her lips.
“Goddamn,” I grunt, wasting no time in working my cock at a feverish pace as Esme writhes on the vanity.
I grit my teeth, barely breathing as I chase my own release. Release that finds me almost instantly. A quivering moan falls from my throat, muscles trembling as my cum coats the shower walls.
Needing something to ground me, I lean my head against the glass. The only sound that can be heard over our heavy pants is the water still cascading down my frame.
As I slowly come down from my high, I meet Esme’s eyes. I feel like I should say something. Ask what this means for us. After all, she was the one who insisted we were only supposed to be a one-time thing.
Apparently not.
But what does she expect? That I’d help her get off, then happily send her back to Jameson?
That’s a disaster waiting to happen.
Before I have a chance to bring up any of this, she slides off the vanity with a wicked smirk, collects her things, then pads across the tile floor toward the bedroom.
Just as she’s about to disappear, she glances over her shoulder, meeting my confused stare.
“Thanks for always making sure I…come first.” Her words linger in the air for a beat.
Then she slips out of the bathroom, leaving me wanting her even more than I thought possible.
Chapter Nineteen
Esme
What the hell just happened?
I lean against the wall outside of Creed’s room, my mind racing, body vibrating.
I’d hoped to talk to him, clear the air so things weren’t so strained.
Instead, the second I heard him moan my name, saw him work his throbbing cock, felt his need, I became putty in his hands, a force outside my control taking over to the point that I did something I knew was incredibly wrong.
But god, it felt so incredibly right.
It still does.
I should regret it. Should regret stripping in front of him. Sliding onto the vanity. Spreading my legs. Fucking myself with my fingers while he watched.
The way he looked at me was intoxicating. Electrifying. Addictive.
All the more reason I need to end whatever this is right now.
Before it gets even more out of control.
Resolved to stay strong this time, especially now that I’ve worked off the sexual frustration that’s built up over the past week, I’m about to storm back into Creed’s room when Jameson’s voice cuts through.
But it doesn’t sound like him, at least not like the typical tone he uses around me. Instead, he sounds…angry. I didn’t think Jameson Gates got angry.
Intrigued, I push off the wall and pad down the hallway, lingering outside our room, the door slightly ajar.
