Page 79 of Trusting You

“Okay,” she says, gliding a small thumb across my cheek. She offers a soft uptick to her lips, and I’m nearly toppled.

“I should sleep,” she says. “I think I’m going to be super tired tomorrow.”

“Oh, ya think?” I say, voice back to normal.

I lift off and offer her a hand to help her rise. She takes it, straightening her skirt, and I’m amused at the modesty. As if I hadn’t just explored every crevice of her with my tongue.

“You want some water, maybe?” I ask.

“That’d be great.”

“One sec.”

I move to the kitchen, grab a palm of ice, toss it into a cup, and fill it with water from the sink. When I come back to the main room, Carter’s setting up the couch with a spare set of sheets she must’ve found…somewhere.

Freaking Astor.

“You’re going to stay on the couch tonight?” I ask, handing over the water.

She takes a few quenching gulps, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. My dick, left to its own devices during this entire nightly exchange, throbs longingly.

“I don’t want to disturb Lily. I’ll probably be up a lot.” She gestures to the water glass as an explanation.

Before I give any time to talk myself out of it, I say, “This couch is terrible for sleeping. Believe me.” The mere memory of crashing out on it a little over an hour ago has me rubbing my lower back like a grandpa. “Why don’t you sleep with me?”

She freezes in the middle of taking another sip.

“In my bed,” I amend. “Only that.”

“No funny business?”

I cock a brow. “Not unless you ask.”

She hesitates. “Promise?”

“Pinky swear.”

But she doesn’t take my proffered little finger. Instead, she says, “You have more restraint than the college girls ever gave you credit for.”

I smile with my teeth, my dick stiff and uncomfortable beneath my shorts. “Don’t think I ain’t suffering for it.”

She looks down as if she can tell, and every part of me wants to push her down on her knees and get those swollen, red lips around my dick. Spill into her and really make her mine.

After looking me up and down, Carter gives me a coy glance before spinning away. My eyes narrow on her retreating ass, and I wonder if Miss Jameson is offering a teasing good-bye as a test. Or if she really wants more.

I trail after her like a horny mutt, hard cock bobbing along, and I realize with horror that I’m willing to do anything she asks if only to have those peachy cheeks in my palms again.

And my knee?

Fuck if I feel any pain at all.

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