I gasp in shock and barely get the thing turned off before the door opens.
“Sorry about that,” Reid says as he walks into my room. “Business.” His gaze roams over me and his eyebrows pinch together. “Going to bedso early?”
I’m unable to formulate any words. My vibrator is lodged inside me, my clit is still throbbing with pleasure, and my crush is standing over me.
He sits on the bed and pats my thigh, fingers just inches from my pussy. If he can see the vibrator under the blanket, he doesn’t let on. His gaze is on my eyes, searching as though he’s worried about how I’m feeling right now.
Turned on. Embarrassed. Needy as hell.
Heat burns my thigh where he’s resting his hand on it. My core clenches as though it knows there’s more fun to be had if only I’d turn on the vibrator again and get to fucking myself with it.
“Everything okay, Em?”
I manage a nod, lashes fluttering. “Yep.”
He stares at me for a beat longer and then his attention darts over to the open nightstand drawer.
Oh crap.
Slowly, he rises to his feet, head turning to where my shorts and panties lay discarded. Then, as if it all snaps into place like a wicked puzzle, he whips his gaze over to me.
My heart hammers in my chest.
“Oh fuck,” he hisses. “Sorry, I…fuck.”
I don’t miss the way his cock tents his basketball shorts, and from what I can see, he’s hung like a horse. He flees the room as if he’s been caught doing something awful. I’m so turned on, I barelywait for him to close the door before cranking the vibrator up full blast.
It’s shameful and twisted and embarrassing, but I kick the covers off, spread my legs, and fuck myself with the vibrator imagining every thrust is coming from him.
I’ll deal with the shame of this later.
Right now, I need to come. Again.
And maybe again and again and again until I pass out from exhaustion.
Reid
I’m a sick man.
I learned that the first time I jerked off to thoughts of Emma, right outside the bathroom door while she showered. Then, last night, when I’d stupidly walked in on her pleasuring herself, I did it again. With my ear pressed to her bedroom door and my shorts down around my ankles, I yanked my cock and came not long after she did.
I’m pretty sure she said my name.
This is bad.
Really fucking bad.
Will she hate me?
Will she press for more?
I wouldn’t be able to deny her, that much I know. But indulging in the fantasy could ruin things between her and her mother. I definitely don’t want that.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I can only blame myself. When she had chocolate on the edge of her pretty, pouty mouth, I’d touched her. And not innocently either. I’d wanted to possess her right then. To strip her naked and shove my dick into her tight, young body.
Melissa, my long-time accountant and friend from high school, called at just the right time to keep me from doing something stupid.
