Page 118 of Depraved Desires

Hopefully, she’d leave me the hell alone now. I couldn’t be any harsher. The next step was something I didn’t even want to consider right now.

It didn’t take long to reach Monroe’s, and I didn’t even bother knocking when I did, knowing she probably wouldn’t answer the door if she knew it was me. The scent of freshly baked cookies attacked my senses instantly and I pulled the door closed behind me, glancing around the living room. The place looked exactly as it had the last time I was here.

A woman I immediately recognized as Monroe’s wife stepped out of the kitchen with a plate of what appeared to be chocolate chip cookies in her hands. Her eyes widened once they landed on me and then they slowly tracked down my body. I couldn’t tell if she was checking me out or if she was just assessing the new danger that had stepped into her home unannounced.

“Is Aspen here?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

Her gaze snapped back up to meet mine and a grimace contorted her features, but not by much. Must be that botox. “First door on the left.” She huffed. “Would you like a cookie?” Her expression changed once again, a smile twisting her lips this time. She held out the plate in offering, seeming much more pleasant than she had moments ago.

“Um…sure.” I stepped forward, accepting the strangely hardened snack. “Thank you.”

And they calledmebipolar.

I wasn’t actually bipolar, though. I had bipolar tendencies—there was a huge difference. It sure as hell affected my life negatively, however. It didn’t help that I kept forgetting to take my medicine.

I forced a small smile before making my way to the door she’d directed me to. Once again, I didn’t bother to knock. Stepping inside the room, Aspen came into view instantly. She stood in front of her closet, her back facing me. Her hair wasdamp, indicating she must have just emerged from the shower. Beads of water still clung to her nude shoulders as she struggled to pull her top on while wet.

I swallowed thickly as my gaze drifted down, stopping at the curve of her ass. The black panties she wore did little to shield her, giving me the perfect view.

My dick stirred to life, hardening from the mere presence of her alone. I couldn’t remember the last time my body reacted in such a way to another girl. Usually, I was already hard by the time I went after someone sexually. It was almost never because ofthem.

Once she managed to get her shirt on, she turned—presumably to find some pants—but halted when she saw me standing there.

“Collin!” she shrieked. “What the fuck are you doing here, you perv?”

“Right now?” I smirked. “Enjoying the view.”

Aspen rolled her eyes, taking only moments to compose herself. “Well stare all you want, asshole, because it’s the last time you’ll see me naked.”

No it isn’t.

She might be mad at me right now, but she couldn’t stay mad. Especially not at me. She turned, heading for her dresser. While she was occupied, I placed the cookie on her bedside table and came up behind her. She hadn’t noticed me yet, bending over to reach into one of her bottom drawers.

My smirk widened into a grin, my eyes pinned on her every movement. Placing my hands on her hips, I stepped forward—my crotch to her ass.

A loud gasp reverberated through her, and she grabbed onto the dresser for support.

“This position is familiar, isn’t it?”

“Collin,” she warned. “We are so not doing this.”

I hummed in response, pressing further into her so that she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. My sweats made it easier for me; my cock sliding between her cheeks with minimal barrier. Her panties were thin as fuck which also helped and just so happened to be wedged up her sexy ass.

She unintentionally arched her back, her body reacting to me even though she didn’t want it to. I released a groan, loving the way we fit together like a twisted puzzle.

“I mean it. Let me go.”

An exaggerated sigh left me, but I obeyed and dropped my hands from around her waist. She’d seen me with another girl and had to listen to me talk about her sexually. I knew it would take more than a lust-induced state for her to let me in again. Pun intended.

She reached into her drawer, grabbing a pair of leggings before slamming it shut and rising.

While she finished getting dressed, I moved over to her bed and dropped down on the edge. Snatching the cookie off the bedside table, I pressed it to my lips right as she turned around, and much to my dismay, fully clothed.

I took a bite and started to chew.

Repulsion settled into the pit of my stomach. My teeth worked overtime to break the cookie apart and it didn’t eventasteright. What the hell did she do to it? As the first few crumbs slithered down my throat, my gag reflux kicked in. To say I was dry heaving would be an understatement. My body buckled forward as I attempted to dislodge the disgusting snack from my throat.

Aspen released a full-belly laugh, a sound I’d never heard her make before, andfuck. It was music to my ears. But as much as I enjoyed hearing her laugh at my expense, I was dying over here.

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