Page 97 of Just Friends

His soaked abs are strained, and the muscles in his arms tense with each movement. His thick hand, which has made me orgasm countless times, grips his cock, pumping up and down. Tingles sweep through me at the memory of the sounds he made that day.

This is it.

What I wanted to see so desperately that morning.

“Confession,” I whisper, my eyes not leaving our connection.

He bows his head, his eyes fixing on me, his breathing ragged. “Let me hear it.”

Our pace slows as we speak.

“When you were in the hotel …” I start before stopping in hesitation. “Before the wedding, I saw you in the shower.”

Understanding dawns on his face. “You watched me jack off?”

I nod, putting more space between us.

“Fuck,” he groans before sweeping his eyes up and down my body.

Thrill powers through my veins.

I want him again.

Need him.

It’s neverjustsexwith me and Rex.

It’s love.

Mutual respect.

Feelings out of this world.

I push my wet hair away from my face to gain an unobstructed view of him.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me what you saw.”

“Your hand on your cock.” I squeeze my hand over his, feeling his thickness.

His eyes slam shut, his pace the same. “Did you wish it were yours?”

“Oh God, yes.”I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Did you wish you could join me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it better up close?”

“Yes,” I whimper, as if the only thing functioning in my body were my hormones, and my brain can’t come up with another word.

He stifles back a deep groan. “Is that why you wanted us to shower that night?”

“Yes,” I whimper again, the word leaving my lips more strangled.

“Come here.”

I’m not given the chance to move on my own when he grabs my waist and tugs me to him, his hands roaming to my ass cheeks to lift me up.

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