Page 7 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“Debatable.”

“This iswrong.”

Travis’s grip wasn’t tight enough to suffocate, not even cutting my airflow, it was soft enough that I could leave if I wanted, but my breaths were coming in short anyway. I felt a flush rise from my chest to my neck as Travis Ashford stood close enough for me to count his dark, long eyelashes.

“There’s nothing wrong about wanting to suck my cock, my Prince.”

My nostrils flared, cheeks heating. “Your ego is too big for this alley.”

“It’s not ego if I’m right.”

I didn’t say anything.

As if taking pity on me, he said, “What happens here, dearPrince, is that you’re in sweet, sweet denial, and until you admit to yourself what you really want, you’ll keep feeling hungry and empty forever.”I couldn’t even respond to that.

It touched something deep inside me that knew that he was right.

My brain felt fuzzy, loving his nearness too much. I couldn’t think, I couldn’tbreatheproperly, not while his words were resounding in my head, his grip on me shifting, his thumb rising to my lips and tracing them.

My eyes fell to his mouth. It looked surprisingly soft.

Travis’s grip on my face tightened.

A low growl came out of him.

With a string of curses, he let go of me. Pushing back sharply, Travis stepped to the door, going back into the bar, and closed it behind him with a loud metallic thud.

I stayed there, frozen, looking sightlessly at the opposite wall with my dick hard as I reconsidered all of my life decisions.

Fuck.

Chapter 3

Scott

Warm morning light greeted me the next day, stinging my eyes, and making me turn with a groan. I buried my face in my pillow, the familiar scent of home surrounding me, and making me forget for one second why exactly I didn’t want to get up.

Whenever I started my day, I would have to face last night’s events. The memories already threatened to flood and flash behind my eyelids, making it impossible for me to delay the inevitable.

Last night had happened.

Travis Ashford had known about me. About what Iwanted.

And after that whole conversation I’d come here and jerked off three times, until my hand cramped and my cock ached.

Fuck.

I pushed my covers away, opened a window to air the room, and went to the bathroom before meeting my parents downstairs.

I needed to look presentable.

Not like I’d tossed and turned all night, sweaty and aching until I’d had to give in, again and again.

“Morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” my mother asked after I kissed her cheek.

“Yep. Great.”

I was such a liar.

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