Page 13 of Two days, One Pucking Night

“She’s off-limits, Xav. I know I don’t have to say this, but I’m still going to.” His words are clear, cutthroat, and straight to the point. One of the reasons he and I have remained friends as long as we have.

“I know, Zee.” That’s the truth. Sofia is off limits, taboo, forbidden. I just need my body to catch up with that truth.

“I trust you.” These are his parting words before the call ends.

I wish he didn’t because he might not feel that way when he finds out why I needed to get away from San Francisco.

Dropping my phone on the bed, I strip, wrap a towel around myself, and head upstairs to the master bedroom, the only room in the penthouse with an inbuilt sauna, jacuzzi, and a bathtub with a clear view of the city. One to die for. I tell myself I’ll utilize it.

When I reach the top of the stairway, I reach for the large double wooden doors and twist the handle. Navy blue walls draped against huge French windows with flashes of gold accessories greet me. Turning right, I head to the bathroom. The tiled walls follow the same gold theme as the room. The bathroom is huge, divided into three sections. To my right, a large tub faces the city and the jacuzzi nearby. On the left, a gold shower head and white wooden frames lead to the inbuilt sauna.

I enter the sauna and find a comfortable spot on the far wall in the corner, and tilt my head back. Eyes closed, I inhale and exhale steady breaths, unwinding the tension in my shoulders from the day. My thoughts turn to Sofia. “She’s a child, Xavier,” I utter the words aloud, hoping my mind and body will meet at the intersection called Robbing the Cradle and get my shit together.

The sauna door swings open a few seconds later, and I turn my head. My eyes open, and I come face to face with the physical manifestation of sin incarnate. Full rounded breasts, brown nipples, wide hips, and a waxed vagina. A clean base, just how I like it.

“Oh my God,” Sofia screams hysterically, wrapping the towel she dropped around her body again.

My dick rises to attention, denting the towel.

“Why are you here!” She rushes out, and the towel drops a little giving me a clear view of that perfect peach-shaped ass.

I salivate. Yeah, I’m definitely screwed.

Unable to control myself, I follow her, my eyes glued to the hips and sway of that perfect ass. I’m not usually an ass guy, I prefer my women with big tits, but for Sofia Brookes, I’m willing to reconsider.

She stops in the center of the room and turns to me, frown lines dotting her delicate features.

Looking away seems counterintuitive right now, so I stare, getting an eye full of every bit of exposed flesh. My fingers itch with the need to touch her skin. Drops of water trail her shoulders and neck. I bite back the need to lick every single drop while she screams my name.

“Honestly, Xavier. Control that damn thing.” She points to the evidence of my attraction to her, trying to keep her gaze everywhere but directly at me.

Her skin is flushed, and her cheeks heated, but something tells me it’s not from discomfort. I have a suspicion that behind that pouty, sweet-looking demeanor is a closet freak, and I’m tempted to push the boundaries to find out.

I erase the space between us. Sofia gasps but doesn’t pull back, tilting her neck to look up at me. Her chest moves in tandem with her breathing, letting me know I’m not the only one who feels this pull between us.

Her hair falls on her shoulder in loose curls. Her face, clear of makeup, is dotted with freckles on her nose and light dustings on her cheeks.

She scrunches her face in a scowl, a calculative move I’m growing to learn masks her emotions. Like her brother, she seems pretty good at hiding behind a mirage and mask of indifference. If you aren’t attentive, looking past the beautiful canvas of her face, and the upturned lip, you might miss everything.

“Like what you see?” She steps back, her hands resting against her waist.

“Yes.” There’s no point lying or denying my physical attraction toward her. I’m a red-blooded male, not sightless. Pretending otherwise would be stupid.

Sofia’s eyes widen, and a quiet gasp escapes her lips, animating her soft features. The reminder I need—she is young, Zayn’s sister, and therefore, very much off-limits.

My subconscious screams for me to take a step back, but my body refuses to comprehend the simple instruction. The attraction between us pulses, tainting the air with its potency.

I reach for her, using the back of my fingers to caress her shoulders. She shivers. I’m treading a fine line. A dangerous line. A line, once crossed, cannot be undone. A line that could destroy a friendship and relationship already on the tether.

“Enjoy your shower, princess.” I struggle to walk away, my dick begging to find its new home and rearrange her organs like new furniture. “Think of me.” I don’t wait for her response. I’m afraid if I do, I might make an even stupider decision, like bending her over the counter and eating her out until she comes on my face, over and over again.

I rush down the stairs, my balls aching with each step. When I reach my room, I reach for my phone, ready to get out of this apartment and as far away from the succubus upstairs.

My phone chimes in my hand. As I peer down at the name on the screen, my erection immediately deflates.

We don’t need your money. Stop contacting us.

Bile burns the back of my throat. My hands shake as my fingers hover over the delete icon. But, like the prior messages, I don’t. Instead, I reread the words, allowing them to taunt and mock me.

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