Page 36 of Unforeseen Love

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I see my erection straining against my boxers. “Fucking traitor,” I curse under my breath.

Leaning over the bath to turn on the shower, I strip out of my boxers and check the temperature before stepping under the spray. I grab my shower gel and lather my upper body, my erection still there, none the fucking wiser. Well, waste not want not. Taking myself in my hand, I work up and down my length. My head falls forwards as water cascades over my shoulders and down my back. I let out a soft grunt, pistoning my cock with quick strokes from base to tip, fast and hard. I repeat the action, over and over. Sienna fills my mind, her scent, how I imagine her pussy would feel surrounding my cock––tight, squeezing me for everything I’m worth. It doesn’t take long before I feel heat at the base of my spine and the tingle as my balls tighten as my orgasm builds. And then I imagine her on her knees, taking me in her mouth, keeping those cyan eyes on me the entire time…shit.

I work my wrist, speeding up when I feel myself tighten, grunting out her name as I erupt over the wall in front of me. Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against the tiles but still don’t feel fully sated.

Grabbing the shower head, I spray the evidence of my orgasm from the wall and can’t stop smiling as I watch it swirl around the plug hole. Visions of Sienna swallowing fill my mind, and I frown. Maybe it’s the thought of non-essential contact giving me some kind of weird withdrawal––yeah, that must be it. Definitely nothing to do with the hot, feisty housemate and employee.

Reaching for the shower gel, I give myself a stern talking to, a reminder of all the reasons little miss stick-up-her-arse pisses me off, and there are the thoughts of what I’d like to do with her arse, and I’m there, growing hard again.

“Hell to the no.” I turn the shower to cold and hiss through my teeth as the ice-cold spray assaults my flesh. I’m determined not to allow myself to go there again.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I step out into the hallway and straight into a soft, curvy body.

Her hands grip my biceps to steady herself, and when Sienna stares up at me, she lets go as if I scolded her, and I can’t help but laugh as her cheeks burn crimson.

Without a word, she rushes past me, sucking in a breath to avoid physical contact, and is out the front door before I can blink.

I get some satisfaction knowing I clearly have an effect on her.

Walking past her room, I notice her door is closed. Twisting the handle, I open it and walk in to see her book now on her bedside table, face down. I pick it up and flip through the pages, fully aware she’s likely straightened out the page I dog-eared but not enough to get rid of the evidence. But what surprises me is the post-it note on said page.

Get out of my room and leave my book alone, you pervert.

Laughing, I look around for a pen and see some kind of pencil on her dressing table. I reach for it and note that its eyeliner––that’ll do nicely.

I scribble down a response and then close the book, placing it back the way I found it. Humming to myself the entire time, I get ready for work before joining her for what is likely to be another stressful day.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Sienna

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chant as I take my freshly made coffee into my office and close the door behind me.

I swear on everything that is holy, that man is the devil incarnate. No one should be allowed to look like that, it’s a sin on so many levels.

When he made his escape to the bathroom, I found my feet moving to the door, ready to knock and give him a piece of my mind, but I heard him muttering to himself before it was replaced with the sound of running water.

I’m well aware how weird I was being with my ear up against the door, and what’s worse is just as I was about to step away, I heard him grunt, followed by a groan which I could only translate to something akin to pleasure. I covered my mouth, unable to move, and if the door had been open, I know I would have watched him again.

I even found myself squeezing my thighs together to try and curb the ache I felt deep in my core. I haven’t used Ronnie since watching him, and believe me, I’ve wanted to.

I heard my name spill from his lips, and I swear my knees became weak. My free hand moved down to the hem of my trousers before dipping underneath my knickers.

Already wet, it only took a swipe up my length and rubbing over my clit before I convulsed and came on the spot.

The sound of the water shutting off brought me back to reality, and I made a mad dash for my room and cursed myself as I washed my hands like they were on fire. I was in such a rush to get out of there, I ended up running straight into his naked torso and then found my hands had a mind of their own, like fucking leeches, as my fingers wrapped around his biceps.

I let out an involuntary shiver at the thought, take a sip of coffee, and scald my tongue.

I tap my fingers on my desk impatiently as I wait for my computer to load, until I realise I haven’t even switched it on.

“Get your head out of the clouds, Sienna, for fuck’s sake.”

I open my emails and am quickly assaulted with multiple message notifications.

By the time I’ve conquered the majority of them, there’s a knock at my door. I’m already feeling the onset of a headache.

Theo pokes his head around the door and enters, and I try my hardest to ignore how good he looks, but when his fresh scent clouds the room, I want to scream at him to get out.

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