Page 91 of Sparks Fly
Soft strokes up and down make my breath shudder as I imagine her here in front of me. My lips on her neck, hands tuck around her hips as she reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my cock and pumping her hand up and down.
My fantasy shifts to reality when my skin cools, my stomach knots, and I know that I am getting close. Shameless, but I am so fucking desperate for her. My cock aches with the anticipation of my orgasm I am chasing, needing it as quickly as I can to feel some form of relief.
Tilting my head back, I clench my jaw as my grip tightens, and my strokes become faster.
Breaths laboured, my eyes roll into the back of my head as pleasure rips through me. I cum, my hand still stroking up and down, my head slowly tilting forward as I look down at the mess I have made.
Shuddering, I rinse my hands under the shower then wash myself again from head to toe. Agitation bites at my skin as I step out and wrap a towel around me. Thoughts of her come flooding back and I storm across the room with a dark, thunderous cloud hanging over me.
I hate it.
I fucking hate it.
Sitting on my bed,the television is numbingly boring as it flickers in the background and there I am, like a lovesick fool, watching through her old videos.
I’m not a well man, clearly.
I am addicted and I swore to never let a woman consume me like Katrina did. She ruined me, or so I thought, and yet here I am, besotted with a girl half my age who used to date my son.
She is out of bounds.
I know that.
She knows that.
Yet, I still seem to crave her. She’s like a drug. Dangerous and addicting, but once you get that hit, you forget about the reason you were hesitant in the first place. Then comes the low,and fuck, am I in that moment now. Second guessing why I did it, why I gave into it, but at the same time, counting down the minutes until I can have her again.
The worst thing is, we’ve only kissed.
She has me that fucked up and twisted fromjusta kiss and I am already dying for the next one.
Idiotic.
I’m like Jekyll and Hyde.
On one hand, I know I need to stay away. On the other, I am like the silly moth floating towards the light knowing full well it will consume me whole, leaving me as nothing but ashes at her feet and yet I still want it.
Scrubbing my face, I toss my phone onto the bed and turn the television off.
I was tired and grumpy and frustrated.
I needed to sleep, that’s what it was. It had been a long day. The kid drove great and scored us points but it has still drained the life from me, and Anaïs only added to that.
Turning over, I face the window and after what feels like hours, do I settle and fall into a sleep that is filled with her.
Colby isat my side with a coffee as I walk into headquarters. He is talking to me about what we have planned for when we are in Monza. Press release, team talks, briefing, interviews, more interviews. It all blurs into one.
“I need you to have a chat with Royce.” He side eyes me as I swipe my pass through to get to my office.
“About what?” My tone is flat and unbothered.
“He is refusing to do a couple of social media things that Anaïs has come up with.”
I roll my eyes. “And what do you want me to do about it? Can’t Nora get involved? She is pretty good with him.”
“Still refused her too. Anaïs has had a moan at him, but you know Royce…”
“That I do.” I shake my head as I sit at my desk. “Fine, send him in at some point and I’ll talk to him.”
