Page 36 of Not In Love

Where he stood, leaning back against the edge of the bed, facing the window, his hips thrust slightly forward. One hand braced on the mattress behind him, the other wrapped around the thick length of his cock.

Pre-cum beaded at the tip of the swollen head.

Kash’s skin buzzed with a roar that could rival the AC unit. His sweatpants were shoved low on his hips, loose enough to reveal all of him, tight enough to cling to his thighs.

With his T-shirt gone, a faint sheen of sweat shimmered across his chest, the skin stretched taut over clenched muscles. Moonlight poured over his shoulders and down his upper back like silver paint.

Her breath caught.

You said you wanted to talk,the drowning rational voice whispered in one last feeble attempt.The house is full of people,it said next.

But somehow that made it worse. Made it better. Made her want it more. As if it was a window out of her real life and she didn’t have to justify it.

Just one more time, to see what he tasted like. How he’d use her mouth. How he’d look when he exploded.

He knew it was her when he’d asked her to come in. He knew she would see him like this, in the throes of pleasure, his neck corded, a vein bulging in his temple. “Diego?”

He turned his head but didn’t move to cover himself. Didn’t flinch. His eyes met hers like he’d known she would come. Like he’d been waiting.

The air between them thickened.

She tried to move her tongue to speak. Failed utterly. Stared some more as his large hand squeezed and tugged at his cock. Her knees trembled, her thong was wet. “I didn’t mean to...” she licked her lips and tried again. “I thought you might want your charger. And some ibuprofen. You told Muriel you felt like you were run over by a truck and?—”

The items in her hand slipped from her fingers and thumped to the rug. She scrambled to her knees to grab them.

From above her, his voice dropped, amused and low. “This is better than my hottest dreams of you, Dr. Shah.”

Heat slammed into her spine, pooled molten at her core. She looked up, startled.

His cock was still in his hand, the head bulging outside his tight fist on every stroke. His eyes were dark pools of lust.

She straightened slowly but didn’t rise fully. If she moved a little, she could anchor her hands on his muscled thighs, could lick the tip and taste his arousal. “Do you want me to leave?”

His gaze mocked hers even as he continued to stroke himself. “Do you want to? The clarity you’ve achieved should light your way.”

Kash’s throat felt dry. Her mouth said the truth before she could stop it. “Clarity and common sense are overrated. Although, I came over to just have a chat.”

“I know you’re working on yourself, but I didn’t think you a coward, Kash.”

She swallowed. “I’m not making it up.” Looking up at him so that he could see the truth in her eyes was the hardest thing she’d ever done. “Do I want to be fucked by you until I see stars again? Yes. But I wanted your company more. The first I could control, the second not so much.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but he shoved it away. “I’m not in the mood for chitchat. You should go.”

She fidgeted on her knees in a very ungainly manner.

“If you come any closer, you might choke on my cock, Dr. Shah”

“And if that’s exactly what I want?”

“Why?”

She laughed and gave a nod toward the hard length in his hand. “Do I need more reasons when that thing is staring at me in the face?”

The white of his grin made her blink. God, the man was beautiful.

“Anyway, I want to return the favor you did me in Cancun.”

He cocked his head, the edge of anger curling his mouth. “There are no favors between us. No strings. No IOUs.” His voice dropped further. Rough silk. “Anything you want to do to me, or with me… the only reason should be that you want to.”

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