“Lottie, what are you doing?”
Her hips rub against my cock and she smiles. “You’re hard.”
“What’s your point?”
Her face falls and her hand braces on my chest. “Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
“You’re pulling away. I know when you’re shutting down and that’s what you’re doing right now. You’re shutting down. Why, Huxley?”
“You’ve already asked your questions for today.”
She shakes her head. “Not my dinner questions.”
“You didn’t have dinner with me tonight, so you forfeited that right.”
Growing angry, she lifts off me, and I sit up as she rights her dress. “Just when I think you might not be an asshole anymore, you prove me wrong. You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”
Yeah, I’m pretty fucking annoyed with myself as well. But when I remain silent, she huffs and turns toward the door.
Before exiting my room, she says, “I’m meeting up with Ellie on Tuesday at ten to look at breast pumps. Thought I’d let you know. I’m still keeping up my end.”
“I told you, you don’t have to do that.”
“Apparently it’s the least I can do,” she says with such venom that I grow irritated.
“You owe me nothing, I told you that,” I say as she reaches for the handle of my door.
“Consider it part of the contract.” She goes to leave but then pauses. She looks over her shoulder, her petite frame tense, causing her movements to be jagged. Exhaling deeply, she lowers her head and barely above a whisper, she asks, “Could you at least do me a favor and unzip my dress for me?”
“You can’t reach it?”
She shakes her head. “No, Kelsey helped me earlier.”
I stand from my bed and close the distance between us, my cock hard in my briefs as I approach. When only a few inches separate us, I swipe my hand across her long hair and swoop it over her shoulder, exposing her back. I reach up to the small zipper and slowly pull it down her back, painfully revealing that she’s not wearing a bra. When I reach the end of the zipper, I keep my eyes fixed on her back as she pushes the dress down until it pools at her feet, revealing her bright white lace thong and her round, perky ass.
Fuck.
Me.
Arm clasped over her breasts, she turns toward me and drops to a squat to pick up her dress. As she stands back up, her shoulder grazes my cock and I nearly jump right out of my briefs from the touch. Her eyes meet mine and she blinks those long lashes before she says seductively, “Thank you.”
I wet my lips.
My hands itch to reach out and grab her.
My cock begs for relief.
But I don’t move. I don’t even flinch.
With a disappointed look in her eyes, she heads out of my bedroom but doesn’t shut the door. She crosses into her bedroom and leaves her door open as well as she drops the dress on her bed and sashays to the bathroom.
Fuck. An open door. That’s an invitation.
She’s tempting me, not giving up in her pursuit. For the life of me, I don’t think I can hold back.
Not after seeing her perfect ass.
Not after undressing her.
Not after that kiss we shared earlier.
Not after seeing her on her knees, cheeks hollowed.
Not after knowing she wanted my cock in her mouth.
My will has cracked, my strength is wavering, and all my rules are jumbled in my head, not a single one making sense.
I hear the shower turn on in her bathroom. Hell. My cock grows even harder as I stand still, staring into the other room, pleading with myself to make a move, but to also keep it the fuck together.
But then . . . she walks across the bedroom . . . completely naked.
Tits, the perfect handful.
Hips, just enough to grab on to.
Pussy, waxed and so goddamn tempting. One taste was not enough.
Mother.
Fucker.
She looks over at me, flips her hair over her shoulder, and then goes to her nightstand. She opens a drawer and pulls out her dildo with the suction cup at the end. Turning toward me, she offers a full-frontal view, and my mouth goes dry as my eyes take in her tight nipples, hard and craving my mouth. Aware of my staring, Lottie takes the end of the dildo and rubs it across her chest, allowing her head to fall back as she brings it up to her mouth.
Her tongue peeks out . . .
And she licks the goddamn top.
I’m fucking gone.
My cock jolts in my briefs.
Sweat breaks out on my lower back.
And just like that, my willpower snaps.