Page 28 of Clueless Romeo

Two, I wondered if I'd be part of the fantasy. For some reason—ego maybe—I hoped I was.

And then a third thing happened. The semi in my shorts grew to a full hard-on. CJ was right. Even if he hadn't said the words aloud, I would have agreed. We needed to part ways before he noticed my predicament. Or maybe I was just projecting. I honestly couldn't tell up from down at the moment.

I quickly nodded. "A shower sounds like a great plan." That didn't sound right, did it? Sounding like an idiot, I tacked on, "Because of the sweat."

He blinked. I blinked. Things were officially beyond fucked up.

CJ's brow furrowed. "Right." He stuck his thumb back toward his half of the building only yards away. "I'm going to go."

"To shower," I repeated because my brain wasn't really doing the driving anymore. It wasn't even in the same damn car.

CJ chuckled awkwardly. "Yep. Thanks again. I'll come by later."

Then he took off, leaving me staring after him in a mix of confusion and feeling betrayed by my own damn body.

What the fuck had that been? Frowning, I took off toward my half of the space and let myself inside.

A shower definitely didnotsound like a good idea, except my dick disagreed, and currently, it seemed to be in charge. So I climbed the stairs, locked myself in the bathroom, undressed, and cranked on the shower.

Moving beneath the hot spray, I curled my fingers around my cock and stroked, trying to picture a nice set of tits. But it was the husky moan CJ had let loose when my hands were on him, along with imagining him standing in his shower jerking off, drew my balls tight.

And the one thing I never thought would happen…happened.

A man's name rolled off my tongue as I came. "CJ."

Nine

CJ

This was bad.Seriously not okay.

I already knew I was attracted to Roman, but he didn't need to fucking know that.

So, what do I do?

I moan and pop wood while his hands are on me.

Jesus. Groaning, I pressed my forehead against the cool shower tiles as scalding hot water rolled down my back. Still not hot enough to burn away the shame washing through me.

And there was no doubt Roman had noticed. It was clear the second he'd started acting weird.

How were we supposed to just pretend nothing had happened?

And how the hell was I supposed to just go back downstairs to look at some guy's dating profile after that?

I could still feel the phantom touch of his hands digging into the muscles of my leg. And I'd already gotten off twice, trying to dispel crazy thoughts of Roman standing behind me, thrusting into my ass while whispering filthy shit in my ear.

Fuck.At this rate, I'd never get out of the shower, and my fingers were beginning to prune.

I growled at my inability to control my body's reaction to Roman. I snatched the bottle of body wash from the metal caddy hanging from the showerhead.

Maybe checking out this other guy actually would be a good idea.Greateven. Maybe I'd find him attractive and picture him instead of Roman the next time I needed to blow my load.

Unconvinced, I scrubbed my skin hard, washing away the humiliation seeping from my pores.

I deliberated my next move as I switched to washing my hair, considering what would happen if I didn't go next door. If I bailed, Roman would definitely know something was up. I snorted because, duh, my cock had been veryup. And hard. And wishing Roman would inch his fingers higher, beneath my shorts…

I shook my head. I needed out of this damn shower before I could mentally have Roman fuck me again. Twisting off the water, I snagged the blue towel I'd hung over the shower rail, quickly tying it around my waist and stepping out.

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