Page 5 of My Favorite Temptation

She flees from the room, slamming my door shut behind her. I stare down at my dick, neglected, leaking, and angry. There’s no point in stopping now, I was so close before. So, I take hold of myself again and imagine what might have happened if that damn phone hadn’t rang.

The look on her face said she wanted to touch me. With her soft hand on my member, I probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer. Hell, just imagining the sensation and how hesitant she’d be at the start is enough to bring me right to the edge. Then, my brain supplies the image of her leaning down, that sinful tongue darting out to taste my tip, and it’s over. I cum harder than I have since before I was locked up, my ears ringing and my vision going white.

As I’m catching my breath, there’s a tentative knock at my door.

“Yeah?” I ask, sounding fucked out to my own ears.

“There’s an emergency with one of my clients,” Bella says through the wood. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll be back later.”

“Sounds good,” I reply, forcing myself to sit up.

I don’t clean myself off right away, shame about what I just did washing over me. She’s innocent, pure. That was the first time she’d ever seen a cock up close, and I was about to ask her to stroke it for me. Not only that, but I almost broke one of the rules Josh gave me.

But I can’t help the fire burning in my chest. I still want her. I want her so badly that I have half a mind to take off running down the street after her car. Fuck, if I knew where she worked, I’d go there anyway.

With that thought bouncing around in my head, I finally get up and head to the bathroom to wipe myself off. Then, when I’m fully clean, I grab a slip of paper from my scant belongings. Before I left the prison, I asked them to look up the phone number for my dad’s old buddy’s auto shop. He didn’t agree with the sentence I got, and since I know a thing or two about cars, he told me to call him when I got out for a job.

Even though I hate the idea of being away from Bella, I head to the kitchen to call him. Having a job is a stipulation of my parole. Hopefully, with all the new technology, I’ll be able to find a way to keep an eye on Bella while I’m working. I can’t stand the thought of Bella’s dad showing up and hurting my perfect girl.

Chapter 4

Bella

The entire time I was guiding my client through their crisis, helping them avoid relapse, I was thinking about what just transpired between me and Walker. It was thrilling, exhilarating in a completely foreign yet totally addicting way. If my boss hadn’t called, I was going to reach out to touch him. I don’t think I realized that’s what I was doing at the time because of how intoxicated I was by the scene in front of me, but with the time I’ve had to reflect, I’m certain that’s where things were going.

It’s strange. I’ve never so much as kissed a man, so afraid of ending up with someone abusive like my dad... but I wanted to kiss Walker.

I wanted to do more than that.

When I got home from work, Walker told me he found himself a job at a local mechanic and that he starts tomorrow. Since he doesn’t have a vehicle yet, I gifted him my old bicycle so he can get there. He was reluctant to accept it, informing me that he’d probably have a car fairly soon. Either way, I insisted. I don’t want him to feel trapped here with me.

He excitedly devoured the Chinese takeout I brought home, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him while he did. His eyes closed in what looked like ecstasy. My brain, which has never conjured fantasies, supplied the image of his eyes closed like that while he’s above me. It’s like I can’t stop thinking of his huge cock inside of me.

After dinner, I excused myself to my room while Walker sat on the couch and scrolled through Netflix. This day has been so insane, so mind-blowing, that I needed a minute to myself to think and gather my bearings. Which is what I’m trying to do right now, but my phone rings and interrupts that train of thought.

“Hi, Josh,” I say when I answer the phone.

“Hi, Bells,” he replies. In the background, I can hear the bustle of people at the airport. “I just landed. How’s everything going there?”

“Good,” I tell him, blushing at the memory of what happened earlier. “Walker’s already got a job.”

“That’s great,” Josh says before cursing under his breath. “Sorry, it’s busy in here.”

“I get it,” I say. “I can let you go.”

“Before you do,” he says, sounding like he’s getting jostled again, “I wanted to let you know I gave him some cash. Have him get a cell phone. I want to be able to check in with both of you.”

“I can do that,” I reply. Then, when Josh curses again, I say, “You should get off of here.”

“Yeah,” Josh says. “You have a good night, okay? Bye, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say before the line goes dead.

I stare at the screen afterward, realizing I should probably get ready for bed. Even though I’m not tired, I get up and strip out of my clothes and slip on an old, soft T-shirt. Then, I turn off the lights and crawl under the covers. There, I toss and turn for hours, my mind racing with thoughts of Walker in the next room. Is he touching himself again? Is he thinking of me?

Eventually, I’m interrupted by the sound of my bedroom door opening.

“Walker?” I ask, squinting in the darkness. “Is everything alright?”

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