Page 34 of The Price of Forever

“Oh. By all means.” She gestured at the thin air between us. “Take care of your things. I’m off today, so I’ll just be spending the day getting settled into my new home.”

“Interim solution.”

She sent me a pretty smile and batted her eyelashes. “Right.”

I’d been stationed in Afghanistan. I’d been put through the wringer as a Marine. I’d dealt with more loss than I wanted to think about.

But Jordan tested me. There was only so much near-naked writhing I could absorb from her tightly packed frame before I busted a nut in public.

Which meant I needed to take matters into my own hands. Literally.

By day three of co-habitation, I was at my fucking limit. Sure, she paraded around nearly nude at least three times a week at the club, but that was no match for how many times I’d glimpsed her fully exposed in my fucking apartment.

I should have demanded a signed contract before allowing her bed to be delivered. Something like I do solemnly swear to always wear clothes in the common rooms and never drop my towel accidentally when I leave the bathroom door open for the fifteenth time, thus allowing Seven to enter the bathroom when he thought it was empty.

The number of times I’d seen her athletic ass cheeks and the immaculately trimmed hair between her legs made it hard to do anything but stay locked in my bedroom and beat off. And when I finally got the bathroom to myself—properly locked, of course—there was no way to stop what came next. Specifically, my cock. All over the side of the shower wall.

That’s where I found myself yet again that Friday morning after my early workout. The water rushed over my shoulders in a warm stream, and my cock strained as I pumped my fist along my length, balls to tip. She had a night shift at the club later, so I needed to be fully drained. I needed to be so non-horny that I wouldn’t spend the entire shift thinking about the heat I might find between her legs or how tight and silky she’d feel if I were to slip myself inside. She was five foot nothing; I was a beast in comparison. I’d need to spend a few hours stretching her with my fingers first, which only sent my balls tightening.

I grunted. My fist slid faster over my cock, thoughts homing in on my favorite outfit of hers so far at the club, a one-piece white fishnet bodysuit, crisscrossed with strings down the center, as good as see-through. I wanted to tear it off her body with my teeth. I’d buy a hundred versions of it and destroy them all.

My thighs tensed and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Jordan like this. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about any client like this. But fuck if I could help it. She was all I could see—in my life and in my head. I was fucking drowning in this woman, and the scariest part was that I wanted so much more of her.

Absolutely, unequivocally not allowed.

I teased myself with thoughts of Jordan on her knees in front of me, wrapping those pretty lips around my cock and swallowing me whole. That did it. I swallowed a groan as my cock pulsed in my hand, shooting out round after round of milky cum that disappeared down the drain with the water.

Done and dusted.

Now my fucking day could begin. I finished washing up, snapped off the water, and dried my body, eyes on the door in case Jordan somehow picked the lock and pretended it was an accident. She was a brat, so I wouldn’t put anything past her. Part of me wondered if she wanted me even half as badly as I wanted her.

But it doesn’t matter. Because it’ll never happen. She’ll move out soon, and you won’t be her CPO for much longer. Then this inconvenient attraction will be easier to deal with, by ignoring it completely.

That was the kernel I needed to hang on to. My close protection company was one step closer to being a reality, since I’d filed the paperwork earlier that week. The Fairchilds knew of my plan and fully supported it; in fact, they planned on becoming my primary clients. While I was happy to gain a fuller understanding of Jordan’s needs and risks while getting her protection plan off the ground, they knew that I’d eventually hand her protection over to someone I considered equally qualified.

That was the plan.

And I’d arrive at my destination much more quickly if I had more time to begin the hiring process. But Jordan’s work schedule was nonstop. And almost all downtime was now devoted to counseling myself through this intrusive attraction to her.

I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel knotted around my waist. Just as I did, a knock sounded on the door. Jordan met my gaze from the living room, where she was stretched out on a yoga mat.

“Expecting anyone?” she asked.

“No.” I headed for the door, running a hand through my damp tresses before peeking through the peephole. Axel and Damian stood on the other side. “Looks like it’s for you.”

Jordan’s brows knitted together in confusion as I tugged open the door. Axel waved at me, holding a bag of takeout food in the other hand. “Morning.”

“Hey.” I stepped aside so the brothers could enter. Both wore standard business casual attire, dark slacks and button-ups, as if they’d come straight from the office. “Come on in.”

Jordan remained silent, burying her face in her mat in a deep stretch.

“Hey, Jordan,” Damian called out hopefully.

“Morning, little sis,” Axel added.

She mumbled something unrecognizable and kept her face buried in her mat.

“I think that was hello,” I offered.

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