Page 88 of Captivated By Danger

I massaged my temples.

“And Grey, don’t chicken out. The worst he can say is no.”

“But that would solidify me not being good to him.”

“Girl, stop. And let me know what happened in the morning.”

Initiating sex with him seemed like a feat, especially since that wasn’t in the manual. If he could change whatever he wanted in the manual, surely, I could too. Like Elle said, the worst he could say was no.

“What? You look like you just had an epiphany.”

“Nothing. Did I tell you that Kyle was—”

“Who!”

“Girl, Kyle was talking to my dad about Diesel. Had my dad calling that man phone in the wee hours of the morning.”

“Wait a minute. All of this after the screenshots you sent me of the fake page.”

“Yes! I’m so annoyed. I am determined not to think of him and…” I paused.

“What?”

“Shh. I think I heard the elevator bell.” I whispered.

“Well, I’m going to let you go.”

“No. Don’t hang up!” I stressed.

“Yes. I’m going to hang up. In the next ten minutes… well, twenty, nah, that’s a lot of man, so give him about forty-five minutes so he can get extra clean. And you go…” She moved to the camera and acted like she was sucking a dick with two hands. “I know his dick big, so you gotta use two hands.”

I burst into a fit of giggles. “Bye Elle.”

I hung up and tip-toed out of the room, halfway hoping that he’d be waiting in my room ready to demolish my pussy, but it was empty. The whole day, I hadn’t been able to take my mind off him and his dick. The way he stared at me while he thrusted in and out of me. Elle had a busy day today, so I couldn’t talk to her as much. It was only so much T.V. I could watch before my thoughts would take over and I’d text or call him, and he’d completely ignore me. I sat on the bed and tried to ease my mind. I was going to set the time on my phone for an hour and when it was up, I’d leave the room.

“Shit.” I jumped after the timer went off for the second time.

After the first time the timer went off, I chickened out and set it again and made a promise to myself that I would get up when it went off again. My heart thumped when I stood up. I didn’t know why I couldn’t get myself together. It was just a man. A man with a big dick. A man with a thick, long tongue. He was a fine ass man that I wanted to have sex with again, and I was going to do it.

The hallway was dark and quiet. The thumping in my ears was the only sound I could hear. At the end of the hallway, I peeked around the corner to see if he was in the kitchen or in the living room, but he wasn’t. The strong weed aroma slapped me in my face as soon as I’d crossed the living room. There wasn’t any light coming from under the door. I turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly. The room was pitch black. Only the devil slept like that. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized that he wasn’t in the bed.

“Can I help you?”

I gasped and turned around. Diesel was leaning against the door, pulling on a blunt. I could see the silhouette of his body. The only thing I could see clearly was the burning end of the blunt. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t say anything. His arm moved and the lights along the wall came on, illuminating the room dimly. He was in nothing but a pair of black briefs. His body was so sculpted. His veins were popping out everywhere. I hated how handsome he was. When he was around, I always lost the ability to speak for a few moments.

“Do I need to ask you again?”

I shifted.

“Um… I…”

Spit it out.

His eyebrow raised.

“You…”

Say it.

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