Page 31 of Fourth Wall

She leaned over a little farther now, and if I looked down, I swear I could see the very teasing bit of her pink little pussy. I bet she was so tight—

“You did that on purpose.” Her hand came up to slap me on the arm, and I couldn’t help but jump out of my stupor and laugh at her.

“Guilty.” I lifted my hands up like I was caught, and she threw the napkin at me.

“I’m going to go upstairs and shower. Then I’m going to put on a zip-up onesie so there is not a lick of skin for you to stareat.” That was it. She had me by the fucking balls. I closed the gap between us and grabbed her waist with one hand.

“Firecracker.” Her breath was heavy as I leaned down so our mouths were almost touching. “I will always stare at you no matter what you wear.”

We stayed like that for a few moments. Our chests rose and fell in sync with each other.

“This isn’t what friends do, Christian.” She pushed me away and then looked down at my cock. “Go take a cold shower. You need it.” She sauntered that pretty little ass up the stairs.

“It’s your fault,” I shouted after her. She responded with a little giggle that echoed through the room.

I was totally and utterly fucked when I was around her. Julian knew it, too. He had asked me if I was okay earlier today, and honestly, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t drink the other night, and my sponsor advised that I probably not go out and fuck the leggy brunette, but the thoughts inside my head swirled around so strongly that I was scared of myself.

When I was alone with Maeve, it was like they were suddenly quiet. I could finally piece together clear and concise images of what I wanted to convey. She was somehow the anchor that held me together but, at the same time, was the one ripping me apart until I was raw and exhausted.

When I told Julian everything was fine, I knew he didn’t believe me. I also knew that even though he was the world’s biggest playboy before he met Tatum, he now saw the value of settling down with someone you could stand to be around instead of some one-night stand.

I finished cleaning, then went upstairs to dress and hopefully toss and turn in bed until sleep consumed me.

I opened the bathroom door to turn on the shower, and when I looked up, I realized it was still running. Ah, fuck. This whole sharing-a-bathroom situation would be much harder than itappeared. She hadn’t heard me yet, and I watched her run her hands down her hair through a fogged-up glass shower door.

I could only make out the outline of her body through the steam, but she was unlike anything I had ever seen. Her skin was creamy and smooth, just beckoning me to tear it apart and mark her with my hands. I was frozen in the bathroom while she washed the shampoo off her long blond hair.

I just needed a small feel. I swear I would go back to being friends after I got a very small taste of what she felt like. I pulled off my swim shorts and walked over to the glass door to the shower. Fuck, there was no going back now.

19

Maeve

I heard him before he even opened the shower door. I felt his gaze watching me from the other side of the bathroom. It was hard not to physically feel his presence when he was around. I quietly continued doing what I was doing as he watched me.Something about showering while he just leaned back on the counter was erotic.

What I didn’t expect to happen was when he took off his board shorts and opened the glass door. Even more unexpected was when his hard, thick body pulsed behind mine. When his burly arms reached around my neck and down my chest, I felt all the air escape from my lungs. We had just gone over this. It was a constant back-and-forth battle, fighting this natural chemistry between us.

When I felt his hands tighten against my chest and pull me in closer to him, I didn’t fight it. As the water from the shower rained down on us, I let him press his mouth to my shoulder blade. A slight moan escaped from my lips.

“Don’t make those noises,” Christian all but growled at me.

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t be able to stop.” His lips moved from one end of my shoulder up toward my neck, where he kept pressing his mouth to my skin. It wasn’t a full kiss and felt more explorative than anything. I could feel something hard press up against my back, and from what I felt, he was thick and desperate.

“This is a terrible idea,” I muttered softly through quiet moans that I couldn’t help but make as his lips made contact with my skin.

“It is a horrible one,” he agreed when he slowly pulled my hair away from my ear and pressed his mouth toward the shell of it.

His one hand moved toward my jawline, and he pushed my head up so I was turned in toward his chest while his other hand trailed down my stomach. Having two kids, I was always self-conscious of the little pooch I had after them, but the way that Christian didn’t even say anything, didn’t shy away from touching every part of me, only made me realize that I was desperate for him to touch me. So fucking desperate.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured into my ear as his hand on my jawline tightened, holding me in place. His fingers were now dangerously close to my core as he pushed my thighs apart slightly, making me gasp for the very bit of air left in my lungs.

“Christian,” I threatened as his fingers slid around my opening.

“Mmm, just as I expected. You’re already so fucking wet.” Oh God. My body was not working together with my mind. Everything about this told me to run away. He had just been with someone else last night. My body didn’t agree. It was begging him to taste, touch, and fuck me.

In one swift motion, he spun me around, our bodies now facing each other, his fingers still teasing the entrance to my core. Our breaths were ragged, and I knew that if we stayed in this damn shower any longer, we'd risk unraveling everything we had just painstakingly built.

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