Page 36 of Sully

I was busy trying to remember if I carried a two or not when Bonnie let out a little sigh, then shifted.

Closer.

Her arm snaked across my chest, fingers resting softly on my shoulder. Then, even more alarmingly, her leg cocked up over my hip, her knee damn near brushing my hard cock even as I got completely distracted by the heat of her against my hip.

It could be so easy.

I could just turn on my side, slide down my pants, pull off hers, then just slip right inside of her, rocking into her as soft and sweet—or hard and fast—as she wanted.

Fuck.

That certainly wasn’t helping the matter.

Hell, I didn’t even need to be inside of her then. I could just rub against her and I’d be coming.

I couldn’t think of the last time I was so damn needy so fast, so close to losing control. If anything, I prided myself on my control with women, my ability to hold myself back so things could go as long as we wanted.

This was some bizarre shit.

I was about to just roll onto my other side, face and cock smushed up against the wall, when Bonnie’s phone blared from the nightstand, making her body jerk violently.

Her leg totally slid across the side of my cock in her movement, but she was so out of it that I was pretty sure she didn’t even notice as she flipped to her other side and grabbed her phone.

“Court?” she said, answering the question I had as I slid to the end of the bed, curling forward over my lap to hide my problem from view. “What time is it?” Bonnie asked, voice thickfrom sleep. “Five? Is everything… okay,” she said, then stopped to listen to whatever her boss was saying.

I took the opportunity to move off the bed and into the bathroom.

It was probably creepy as fuck to do it with her on the other side of the door, but I yanked down my pants and wrapped my hand around my length, stroking hard and fast, knowing there would be no rationalizing with my hard-on right then. I just had to rub one out so I could get on with my day. Hopefully without my body getting ideas about Bonnie again.

That was the last fucking thing she needed when she’d begun to see me as a safe person, someone she could let in.

I leaned back against the door, annoyed by my own need to hear her soft voice as she spoke on the phone while I drove myself up, then right to the edge in no time at all.

I came hard enough that the door became necessary to hold myself up at how weak my damn legs got.

I was aware then that Bonnie was quiet in the other room, so I cleaned up, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth before making my way back out.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“I am on forced leave,” Bonnie said with a little eye roll. But the looseness in her shoulders told me that she was actually relieved.

That maybe she wanted to stay here.

With me.

Christ.

That was ridiculous.

Pure wishful thinking.

She’d told me herself that work was her happy place, that she loved being there.

If there was any relief on her part, it was likely because she was playing down her head injury. Or she was simply terrified tobe outside the walls of the compound, given what happened to her.

It damn sure wasn’t about me.

“Oh, yeah? For how long?”

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