Page 39 of On the Double

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I pulledher flush against my body, gripping her hip hard as my other hand skimmed up her back, settling just around her neck. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

“Playing?” she asked, cocking her head at me. “Who says I’m playing?”

I hissed out a breath as I lifted the weights over my head, then settled them back on the rack. My arms fell to my sides, exhausted from how long I’d been working out. As soon as I came home, I went to my basement and started lifting instead of taking that shower I desperately needed. Now, glitter covered the surface of my bench and clung to the sweat on my arms.

But I needed to exercise to wipe the memory of her from my mind. It wasn’t working. I could still feel her body pressed against mine at the bar last night. My cock was still hard from the feel of her soft curves in my hands.

“This is ridiculous.” I cursed under my breath, sitting upright. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I glared at the glitter on my arm. I needed a fucking shower now before it ended up anywhere else.

I stomped up the steps of my ranch home and headed to the master bedroom. I purposely had the builders make my house smaller. I knewI wouldn’t be getting married or having kids like the rest of the assholes I worked with. There was no need for anything bigger.

I stripped my clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket, then made my way into my bathroom, stepping into the shower. I slid the glass door closed and turned on the cold water. Only that would ease the ache in my balls. But even as the water hit my body, I knew it wouldn’t be enough to relieve the need building inside me.

I was desperate to get laid, but there was only one woman on my mind. “Fuck,” I muttered, gripping my cock. “Just one time.” I closed my eyes and thought of her plump lips and gorgeous eyes. I’d lied to Fox when I said I hadn’t noticed her. It was fucking impossible to look at her and not be mesmerized.

Her eyes were unlike anything I’d ever seen before. A purplish blue, they stood out against her porcelain skin, mixing beautifully with her blonde hair. And he was right about her nose. Cute as a fucking button.

Not that I would ever admit to that.

Hell, I was already fucking my hand at the thought of just looking at her again. I hissed in a breath when I felt myself ready to spill over. It was too soon. I was too wound up and I knew one orgasm wouldn’t be enough to kill the desire building inside me. I pinched the head of my cock, hoping to relieve the pressure, but all it did was make me cry out as I came all over my fist.

And her face was the first thing I saw.

“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist into the wall.

It hurt like hell, but I’d deal with the pain if it meant getting the image of her out of my head. I squirted some body wash into my hands and started lathering it over my skin. It didn’t help at all. In fact, it only made me want to thrust my cock inside her sweet pussy even more. I didn’t need to touch her cunt to know it would be like heaven. Hell, just the feel of her hips told me all I was missing out on.

Slamming off the water, I flung the door open, nearly sending it shattering against the other end in my haste and anger. I grabbed a towel off the rack and quickly wiped down, all too aware of my raging cock jutting out from my body. Walking over to the sink, I stared at myreflection in the mirror. I was still fucking covered in glitter. Was I producing it now?

“You will not fall for this woman,” I muttered, determined to keep my head on straight and not let my cock take control.

I hastily scrubbed at the glitter on my neck, then over my chest. By the time I was done, my skin was raw and red, but it looked like I’d gotten all of it. After slamming around my room and dressing way too carefully for what I was about to do, I stomped down the hall and grabbed my keys, ignoring the nagging sensation in my gut as I got in my truck.

I wasn’t infatuated with this woman. Not even close. I just wanted to fuck her. I knew I couldn’t do that, though. Dreams already sparkled in her eyes. Sleeping with her would only exacerbate the problem.

But getting another peek at her wouldn’t hurt. In fact, it might help me remind myself that a woman like her was not for me. That’s what I told myself as I drove into town and parked at the grocery store. Clenching my jaw, I stared at the large sign above the entrance. IGA.

“She has no ambition. She works at the fucking grocery store,” I muttered to myself as if that was some kind of reason why I wouldn’t want to fuck her. “And she’s practically stalking you.”

I winced at the realization that I had gotten in my truck and driven down here to catch a glimpse of her. That wasn’t technically stalking. I had any number of reasons for being here, and none of them included seeing her.

“I need milk.”

I hadn’t actually drank milk since I was a kid.

“And eggs. You can never have too many eggs.”

“And cheese.”

I nearly shouted in terror as the voice caught me unaware. Spinning to face my window, I glared at Fox, who was grinning at me like the idiot he was. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Ah, I think the real question is, what areyoudoing here?”

“I came for groceries.”

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