Page 25 of A Very Addicted Christmas

My cock is never meeting her pussy.

Do not think about your client’s pussy.

I need to do some pull-ups. Fifty or a hundred. Until my muscles burn and I stop thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking.

I turn my head, just as Lunathumpsonto the floor. She just rolled off the couch in a laughing fit.

Sulli snorts into a laugh, watching Luna, and while Akara is sitting beside her, she leans most of her weight into him. Relaxed and happy. He smiles and inspects the bag of pot cookies.

Unlike Akara, I need the thick-lined, clear-cut boundaries. He walks on blurry lines like he was born on them.

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” I ask Jane.

She licks her dry lips. “Maybe a…I mean, if it’s no trouble…”

I stand up and go to the cabinets and grab a water bottle and Advil. Jane watches me, entranced.

I can feel her gaze hot on my back.

My cock almost strains against my sweatpants.Come on, Thatcher. I’m unmoving. Stoic. Glaring at the cabinet and thinking that I need to leave.

She should have fun with her cousins. I should remove myself and respect her space. So I return to Jane, and she watches as I unscrew the water bottle and hand it to her.

“Thank you.” She takes the water from me.

“If you need me, just call out for me. I’m going to help Oscar drive.”

“Okay.” She nods repeatedly, and it’s like pulling my own fucking teeth to pull myself away from Jane.

But I do.

FIVE

LATE NIGHT HOLIDAY DRIVING

DECEMBER 2037

AFTER CHAPTER 28 IN LOVERS LIKE US

Character List:

Jane Cobalt - 22

Bodyguards:

Thatcher Moretti - 27 Omega Co-Lead(Current Client: Jane Cobalt)

JANE COBALT

4AM AND I’m awake. The tour bus is dead silent except for the soft hum of the wind outside and the light thumps from the bumpy road. All efforts to shut my eyes and drift back to sleep have failed miserably.

I wish I were just solely focused on the time. How 4 a.m. could be considered early morning or late at night, depending on your viewpoint. I like to think it's still night until I rise for a cup of coffee. Then, my morning begins.

So it's late night, and no matter what I do, I keep recounting the short exchange I had with Thatcher while I was high earlier.He was concerned about me.I nearly smile.

I stared at his crotch.My eyes widen and my limbs freeze, fully recalling just how long I might’ve ogled my bodyguard.

Oh God, Jane.

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