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I need to get the image of James’s fiery green eyes flickering over my naked body out of my head. But putting this shower head on my clit will do the opposite.

So don’t even think about it, Sophia.I listen to the angel on my shoulder and resist.

I step out of the shower, surprised to see the mirror isn’t fogged. Rich people magic. I stare at my reflection; my eyelids are already halfway closed and dreamy. This wasn’t how I planned my night before my day off, but I’m not going to complain.

I dry myself, put on my clean underwear and T-shirt, and fall face first into the bed. It’s not much longer before I’m drifting off to sleep.

Sophia

I wake up in a haze. The urge to pee is so strong it’s like there’s a dumbbell on my bladder. I wobble to my feet and keep my eyes mostly closed to try to keep my sleepiness.

I wander into the hall and turn right. It’s not until I feel the warm floor on my feet that I remember where I am. Shit. I’m not in my apartment.

I’m in James’s penthouse. And this place isdark. The blinds are closed over the windows, and there is no faint light coming from any electronics to lead the way. It’s like I’m in a cave. I should’ve brought my phone, but I thought I was in my own apartment, where I don’t keep it casket black.

I turn to retrace my steps to the bedroom. I never had to leave in the first place since it has its own bathroom, unlike my own apartment. I’m walking in the dark, hands patting the walls like I’m Velma.

I’ve already walked too far. I must’ve missed the doorway. But how? I swear I couldn’t have come from anywhere else. This place is a maze in the dark, and I can’t even find a light switch.

I walk a little faster with my arms sticking out in front of me, and eventually I find a bathroom. I take a pit stop to pee before resuming my journey.

I think I remember passing this little half bath on the way to the guest suite. If I don’t take any turns, the bedroom should be at the end of the hall. I hate all this thinking. It’s waking me up. I sleepily close my eyes while sitting on the toilet.

When I’m done, I walk slowly down the pitch-black hall, and sure enough my bedroom is at the end of it. Mission accomplished.

I paw my way to the bed, open the covers, and throw them over me. I take a big sigh of relief, and by the time the air is out of my lungs, the world is blurring back to sleep.

I wake up to warmth. I’m too hot. Uncomfortably, hot. My face is pressed against something—warm, too, and not as soft as a mattress or pillow.

I frown and lean back. My heart jumps. It’s bright enough to see from the dawn light that comes through the window that there’s a man in my bed.

Or wait… I’m in a man’s bed.

Shit, shit, shit.I didn’t get back to the right room when I woke up in the middle of the night. Did I seriously stumble into James’s bedroom in the dark?

He’s going to think I’m some hair-smelling stalker.

I’m lying on his chest, to make matters even worse. Luckily, he seems to have stayed asleep. It’s dawn, but barely. It’s just light enough to make out the soft shapes of things.

I move my arm back that was draped over him, and my heart flutters as it hits a speed bump. I know what I felt. My fingers grazed the hard outline of his cock pressed against his boxers.

My heart beats violently. Maybe he has his left hand in his pants. Maybe that was his arm. That would make much more sense than the shampoo bottle sized obstruction I just felt. But I’ve touched enough penises to know. So James wasn’t just joking about eight inches in the car.

I start to scoot silently to begin my escape, but just as I do, James stirs and shifts so he’s facing me. His hands fall directly on the crotch of my underwear.

It feels like a hot iron sizzling into my core. I can feel the weight of his big hand against my clit, and then to my absolute shock, he rubs me, just once, strongly, passionately, but it’senough to make my vision go starry. His hand rests still. I think he’s still asleep. Maybe his subconscious just senses there’s a woman in his bed.

The pressure of his hand drives me wild. It’s just a thin layer of fabric away from my skin. I lie there for a moment, letting the fiery feeling of lust bloom out from my panties.

This can’t go any further. I’m just picturing him waking up mad. How can I explain this? He’ll think I’m batshit crazy. And I am, for staying here so much as an extra second.

I need to get out of here. I move his arm off my crotch and position my feet on the floor to stand, but just as I do, his alarm starts to go off.

Oh no. I should just run. Use the sound of the alarm to mask my escape, but before I can summon the guts to do so, James stirs and turns it off. I watch him frown. He can sense my presence.

He raises his head and looks at me. His bedhead shows off the incredible volume of his thick hair. I’m too nervous to speak.

“Um… Good morning, Goldilocks.” James sits up on his elbows.

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