Page 26 of Pick Me

This was a dangerous game I was playing.

Still holding the marker, I studied her, coming up with a plan on how to draw the mustache without disturbing her.

As the light from the ceiling reflected off her face, I couldn’t help but take in her features.

Okay, even I could admit she looked cute while sleeping. The angry crease between her eyes was relaxed, and her lips, well, wow. I’d never noticed how plump and pouty they were, but that was probably because she wasn’t berating me for the first time in a year.

I pulled the marker lid off with my teeth, and just as I was about to swipe her face, she took a deep breath.

My hand wavered. Could I do this? If she woke up, I’d be dead. She’d no doubt chop my balls off and eat them in front of me.

An insidious thought slipped into my mind. What if she didn’t eat them but licked them? Her pink tongue poking out of her mouth to savor my taste before those dainty little hands of hers massaged my balls.

Yeah, that would be nice.

Thea’s green eyes popped open, and she took in the situation. I had nowhere to go and was leering over her with a pen in my hand.

She screamed loud enough to wake the entire building, and I startled backward, letting the marker fall out of my hand so I could steady myself against the coffee table.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled, pulling herself up. Ah, there she was again. So feisty. So angry.

Her eyes were narrowed, her chest was heaving, and I couldn’t stop looking.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” It was all I could focus on, the two tiny points raised just under her silky tank top. One I’d never seen her in before.Shit.How did I not notice how big Thea’s breasts were? My mouth salivated.

Her breathing slowed as she covered her chest with the fluffy blanket and stared at me with disgust. I couldn’t deny I was disappointed. “Why the fuck are you looking, pervert?!”

I raised my hand, waving it in front of her. “I couldn’t help it. You were right there, and they were right there. It was almost like they were trying to say hello to me.”

“Stop talking about my tits.”

For the first time in my life, I held back the question on the tip of my tongue, which ironically was where I wanted her nipples to be. Why couldn’t we talk about her breasts? They were beautiful. Or at least what I’d seen of them. Ideally, I’d need a closer inspection before I gave my full evaluation.

“You’re an asshole,” she griped before gathering up the blanket and rushing to her room.

The move might have covered her front, but she didn’t realize how exposed her back was. Namely, her ass.

Where in the hell did she get those boxer shorts, because, damn, I wanted to buy her a pair in every color. Another thing I’d never noticed about Thea. She had a thick booty on her. It was jiggly in all the right places, and I wanted to grab it, squeeze, and watch it twitch while I sunk into…

When the door slammed shut, a little thrill ran up my spine, and I wouldn’t lie, I got a little hard. Just the tiniest bit.

She grumbled from behind the door, and I dropped my gaze to my lap.

My half-mast boner was on display. Did I want to admit to myself it was because of Thea? Nope. It had nothing to do with her and everything to do with my lack of sex since she’d moved in.

That was it.

I didn’t have a crush on Thea. That wasn’t possible.

Chapter Six

Jackson

“Is this really happening?” I asked, holding my erection, with a smile so wide it threatened to split my face. When all I got back was a low-level rumble, I said, “I can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

They were standing in front of me, and I was speechless. Utterly speechless. I thought they’d at least think about it for a few days before inviting me here.

So, when I got the text message late last night, how could I say no?

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