Page 34 of InfraRed

Fuck. My. Life.I can smell how good she will taste.

“Oopsies,” she giggles, making me groan.

For the life of me, I don’t know how, but I get through it, strip out of my clothes, leave my boxer briefs in place, and push her into the shower.

And for the next ten minutes, it’s a battle.

I pour shower gel over her body and instruct her to wash, making sure she’s balanced against the wall. I turn around, needing distance from her and a chance to calm myself—to getthe blood flowing in the opposite direction. My eyes squeeze shut as I rub my hands through my hair to my neck and try to knead the tension away. My cock pulses hard, aching in the worst way, so I grip it tight, thinking of anything and everything to get the swelling to dissipate.

A soft moan comes from the cluelessly sexy girl behind me, and my eyes snap open. The circles of hell grow hotter as they mingle with the sounds of water slapping against the glass and tile. My head falls forward as they get louder, and my nostrils flare when I glance over my shoulder.

God, what the actual fuck did I do to be tormented like this?

I spin on my heels, growling. My fingers grip her wrists, pulling them away from her pussy and tits, pinning them to her side. “Behave yourself.”

“But—”

“No buts. Behave.”

I manage to get her rinsed, ignoring her lust-filled eyes and pouty mouth, with a few more warnings about keeping still. “How the fuck do you go from out cold, to stripping, to puking everywhere, to trying to get yourself off?” I grumble as she moans about beingso wet.

Seriously, what the fuck is this because it’s damn sure not sweet, shy, innocent Casey? Then again, I know Casey rarely drinks, and I’m suddenly very thankful for it.

I clench my teeth the entire time I towel her off, trying to control my thundering pulse, ignore my throbbing dick, and cool the inferno in my veins. I grab a dry towel, wrap it around her, then scoop her up to carry her to bed, not trusting her to walk without face-planting on the way—or actually go. The way my luck is going tonight, she’ll streak her way to the elevators, and I’ll be forced to remove the eyes of everyone who sees.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes,” I tell her, then point a finger. “Do not move.”

Her giggle is not reassuring.

I walk into her closet and sift through her nonexistent wardrobe—if it isn’t dance attire, she only owns mostly casual staple items that are all Casey, a couple of cocktail dresses, and a formal one. The closet is large enough to hold thousands of dollars worth of clothing, and she only uses a fraction of the space. It’s not what I expected from her after Krista tormented her for years, but I’m proud to see she has what she wants, not what her mother expects.

I finally find a pair of thin cotton shorts and a tank top, again with sunflowers on both, and I leave the closet, staring at the articles in my hand. When I look up, they tumble to the floor with my jaw.

Her eyes lock on mine as her back arches and a tiny whimper passes her lips. “I need to come.”

My hands steeple in front of my mouth, dragging slowly over my lips. My mind is a tumultuous storm warring against what I should do and what I want to do.

Do the right thing, asshole. Do the right…

“Please, Graham, help me.”

Fuck. Me.

“Casey…” Casey, what? Stop touching yourself? Don’t ask me to help? Let me lick until the ache goes away?

Jesus Christ, Graham, no!

Her blue eyes blink, drunk and hazy and full of desire, blink at me with so much begging. “Please, I can’t do it, and my bullet isn’t charged.”

Her bull…

Fuck, fuck…

Fuck it.

“Scoot up on the bed.” My voice is so strained that it feels as if my vocal cords will rip, and every muscle in my body is taut with stress. I feel like a live wire ready to ignite as I watch her move her naked body slowly. “Bend your knees and spread your legs.” She wastes no time doing what I say. Her eagerness to please makes my balls tighten painfully. I swallow and try to control my breathing. My heart hammers against my sternum like a war drum. “Slip a finger inside.”

She shakes her head with a whimper. “Th-that doesn’t work for me.”

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