My breathing evened out, and I tried to formulate a response—a thank you, anything—but my eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.
Sasha’s soft chuckle only lulled me further toward sleep. “Good night, Gemma.”
Good night, indeed.
Chapter 15
Gemma
A week.
That’s how long it had been since I’d seen Sasha’s face, whether in person or through my phone screen. He hadn’t attempted another video call while on the road with the team, but he kept me updated on which city he was in when they landed and always checked in to make sure I arrived home from work safely.
I had hoped time and distance would lessen the pull he seemed to have on me, but it only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.
Every night, when I climbed into bed, memories of pleasure would assault me.
Sasha’s heavy body pinning mine to the mattress.
His face, glistening with arousal, peeking up at me from between my thighs.
Strong arms holding me tight as he thrust into me from behind.
Touching myself as his husky voice encouraged me from a thousand miles away.
It didn’t take long before I was reaching for my phone, pulling up the video of him stroking his thick cock, groaning my name until he came. I’d watch it on a loop, letting the sights and sounds spur me on as I snaked a hand between my legs, bringing myself to the peak as many times as I was able until I passed out.
This morning, I woke to a text Sasha had sent at 3 AM, letting me know the team had landed back in Indy and asking when he could see me again.
Immediately, I typed out a reply.
I’m available today. How soon can you get over here?
Fuck. Did that come off too eager? Was he going to think I was desperate for his dick? I mean, I was, but I didn’t want him to know that.
I expected to spend the next few hours wishing I could unsend that text. With how late he’d gotten in last night, I would be agonizing over the fact that the horny devil on my shoulder had taken over until at least lunchtime.
So I was caught completely off guard when his reply was instant. Seriously, how did this guy survive on so little sleep?
Did you forget about the naps?
Oh yeah. A memory of our cozy naptime crept into my brain, and I sighed, recalling how he’d buried his face in my hair, arms wrapped around me as he drifted off.
I physically shook my head to snap out of it.
I couldn’t let this become about anything more than sex. I had to close myself off to any emotional attachment.
A normal person would lay out those parameters to the person they were sleeping with, but I didn’t have the energy to combat Sasha’s charmingly convincing personality. The man literally never took no for an answer. Trust me, I’d tried.
Sasha:What time is your shift later?
No shift later. Was supposed to work a double, but there was a last-minute change. I’m free all day.
Sasha:Then it’s my lucky day because I’m off too. You cool if I pop over in like an hour?
I peeked down at my pajamas and groaned.
An hour wasn’t much time to get myself ready for a day of marathon sex. I needed a shower, a shave, and time to go shopping for lingerie, but that wasn’t going to happen. What was the point? In the end, it would become glorified wrapping paper, lying shredded on the ground in a quest to uncover the gift concealed beneath.
