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I’m not exactly sure when I lost control of the situation. I think it was somewhere between pulling her out of the bar and watching her hips sway in nothing but a towel.
There is one thing I’m positive about though. She knew exactly what she was doing to knock me off my game. But then after that kiss, I would allow her anything. She threw me a bone, and I caught it like the chump I am.
Speaking of bones. Did she masturbate in my shower? Should I have warned her that the walls in this apartment are paper-thin? I heard her call my name. I was afraid she needed something and started toward the bathroom when I heard a moan. I should have stepped outside to afford her some privacy. Instead, I stood frozen in place.
I’m not sure I would have moved to another room anyway. I can think of few things better than hearing Eliot call out my name when she came. Except maybe being inside her when she does it. Baby steps.
Right now, I have to get to the bottom of whatever is driving her toward self-destruction. There is one person who might be able to give me some insight into it. I pick up my phone.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Reed asks when he answers.
“It’s like ten.”
“Oh. Well, have you seen my fiancée? You’d still be in bed too.”
I shake my head. I have seen her. I get it.
“Can you grab a beer later?”
“Sure. We can grab supper while we’re at it,” Reed agrees. “Just let me know when.” He hangs up.
I would call him back just to yell about phone manners, but I could hear sheets rustling in the background. At least one of us is getting some.
With nothing else to do, I collapse onto my bed. Between trying to fit on a couch too short for me and checking that Eliot didn’t die of alcohol poisoning, I didn’t get much sleep.
My bed smells like Eliot. Sweet, spicy, and just a little sweaty from last night. I inhale deeply. It also has a hint of her perfume still clinging to it. My dick hardens in my jeans. I’ve been hard off and on since walking into that bar.
Unzipping my jeans, I kick them off on the floor. I can’t sleep in jeans anyway. Besides, why should Eliot be the only one in this non-existent relationship to get relief?
Reaching inside my underwear, I fist my erection. What was she thinking walking out in nothing but a towel? My hand moves faster as I remember how the towel skimmed her breasts. If I was a lesser man, that towel would have hit the floor. I would have been on her before she could fight back. But I’m better than that.
My body burns as I think of how she sat in my T-shirt, eating the food I made for her. My hand punishes as I focus on how her breasts felt pressed against me while we kissed.
My body bucks, and I moan her name as I come in my hand. Never in my life have I been this infatuated with a woman. One that challenges me at every turn. One that makes me burn with lust every time I see her.
Climbing off the bed, I walk into the bathroom to clean myself up. The bathroom smells like my soap. Which reminds me of what I heard coming from my shower only a little while ago. My dick twitches. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
It takes a while to settle down, but I finally fall asleep around noon. When I wake up, I clean my apartment from top to bottom. I don’t usually have time during my shifts to get much done. By the time I’m happy with everything, it’s time to meet Reed.
He’s already waiting at one of the tables when I walk into the restaurant.
“Hey,” he says, shaking my hand. “I hope you don’t mind Rand tagging along. He’s been kicked out of his house for the evening so the ladies can drink wine and spread rumors. He should be here in a minute.”
“Good with me.” I take the seat. Reed holds up two fingers to the waitress.
“So I heard a rumor you had a guest sleepover last night,” Reed says with a grin.
“That’s what I was hoping to talk to you about.”
“Damn it, did I miss anything?” Rand asks, sliding into the chair next to me. “I told you to wait for me before discussing who’s knocking whose boots.”
“No one is knocking anyone’s boots,” I argue. They both grin at me. They should get out more often.
“Yeah, that’s not what’s going around town,” Rand continues. “I guess Eliot’s neighbor saw her walk of shame. She’s burned up the phone lines telling everyone about it.”
“She could have just been out for an early morning walk,” I challenge.
“Except she was wearing a sheriff’s department T-shirt.”
