Page 20 of Mastered By Desire

It’s not happening.

Leah’s pupils are dilated, her lips parted. She looks just as surprised by this as I am.

“Sorry.” She scrambles off me and hurries to stand next to the couch.

I reach out to grab her when she starts to lose her balance.

She steadies and gives me a smile, tugging her hand away. “I should get some sleep.”

“Take my bed,” I say. “I’m comfortable on the couch.”

More that I don’t want to get up, because if I move, I’ll tackle her, bend her over, and fuck her until she’s hoarse with pleasure.

She chews her lip. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Just for tonight. After this, the couch is yours.”

“Understood,” she says with a nod. “Hey, I have a favor to ask.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“My car is still back at the apartment complex. Do you think you could drive me there tomorrow so I don’t have to pay for a ride?”

“Yeah.” My throat feels rough. “I’ll take you to your car tomorrow. You can help me get Vincent’s truck back to him at the same time.”

“Thanks.” She hesitates. “Do you…do you want a blanket and pillow? From your bed?”

“Nope, I’m perfectly comfortable.” Other than the raging hard-on threatening to tear my pants apart.

“Okay. Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

Wide awake, I listen to her brush her teeth. The faint light from the bathroom goes off and she walks across the hall to my bedroom.

Leah’s getting into my bed. Like a complete idiot, I’m out here on the motherfucking couch. We already crossed the line once. What’s the harm in crossing it again?

Those were extenuating circumstances.

The extenuating circumstances were named Gage Jannik.

And he’s bad fucking news. Keeps himself a mystery. He’s a voyeur, but he likes to call the shots if the other night is anything to go by. I know enough about his past to know he should be kept far, far away from Leah.

Once the sound of Leah rustling under the blankets stops, I wait a full five minutes, counting to sixty five times. She’s settled. Thank fucking god.

I can’t wait anymore. I stand and pull off my jeans, dropping them to the floor. My shirt follows. Then I lie back on the couch, shove down my boxers, and take my angry dick in my hand.

It’s not going to take much, and fuck, I don’t need to savor this. Leah’s scent swirls around me, her name is in my throat, her sleepy voice echoing in my mind.

Four tight jacks up and down my cock, then I’m erupting over my bare stomach.

I hope she finds another place soon.

I hope she stays here forever.

Taunting me. Torturing me.

Leah

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