Page 36 of Seeking Two Lovers

I shuddered—and came with a hissed curse, spurts of white shooting through the air to land on the tiled floor.

“Goddamn.” I gasped for air, my skin twitching as a final ooze of cum dribbled from my slit. I wiped it free with my thumb and rinsed it off in the shower.

Grey would have sucked his finger clean.

My dick twitched again, and I chuckled.

Since when did I jerk off to thoughts of a woman and have a memory of Grey make an appearance? Sure, we shared—a lot, the only action I’d ever gotten—but he’d never been a part of my spank bank. Hell, if he knew, he’d call me a kinky fucker and laugh.

A few minutes later, I collapsed back on my bed, deciding to ignore whatever had caused Grey’s words and body to appear in my fantasy of fucking Lily.

No text from her waited for me.

With a curse, I turned off my light, hit my pillow a few times to fluff it up a bit, and buried my face in the feather-stuffed cotton.

It’d been a hell of a long day, and the hot shower had been the perfect muscle relaxant. I passed the fuck out and didn’t have one damn dream for a change.

* * *

My cell rang, jolting me from sleep.

Six in the morning—I’d fucking overslept.

“Goddamnit!” I hopped up and grabbed my cell.

Coffee girl.

I grinned and swiped to answer, my morning wood making a full appearance. “Hey.”

“Good morning to you too.” Her normally husky voice sounded breathless like she’d been scurrying around. “Just got your text—didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m running late for work, but I wanted to say yes to your dinner invitation.”

“Great. Awesome.” I slammed my eyelids shut, cursing inside my head.

Her laughter curved my lips. “I’m starving for some pizza if that works for you?”

“I can always eat pizza.”

“I gotta run, but text me where you want to meet and I’ll be there,” she promised, her still-breathless tone sending lust twitching through my groin.

“Will do.”

Grinning like an idiot, I yanked on my work clothes and sprinted out the door without my coffee.

Grey had already left for work—if he’d been back at all. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d fucked his way through an orgy of guys at some hotel rather than bringing them home where I would have to listen.

I barely made it to the new jobsite on time, and Wyatt showed up a half-hour later with coffees in hand.

“You’re stuck with me today,” he said, handing over a cup.

“Davidson?”

“Gone.”

I straightened, blinking, wondering what the fuck had happened. “What?”

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