‘I’ll see you in the morning,’ I blurted out, turning and making my escape up the stairs, praying I didn’t slide on my ass in my haste. I didn’t dare look back. If he gave me one more of those smouldering looks, I might forget every rule I’d ever made for myself.
My bedroom door clicked shut behind me, a barrier of safety between me and my goddamned horniness. Henry has unleashed my very tightly contained self and all I wanted was to go next door to his room and make him deal with what he’ddone. But kissing him at work was bad enough; climbing into his bed would be a very stupid thing to do.
And I don’t do stupid things.
No matter how much I desperately wanted to ride his stupid, happy fucking face.
So I did the next best thing.
Abandoned my underwear and grabbed my vibrator.
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Amanda’s shutdoor stared at me. Daring me to knock.
She’d let her sensibility win, but before that she’d been a pile of sweet putty in my hands. And god, I needed more.
More of her hot little mouth.
More of her sweet sighs.
More of that lust-addled gaze when her lips were all swollen and pink.
I stood there in the hallway, breath still ragged from kissing her. Because fuck… that kiss had rocked me to my woollen socks.
But her very closed door was a no.
Sighing, I stumbled into my room. Into the emptiness and dark. My bed is neatly made up and not nearly as tempting as the one on the other side of the wall. Flopping down onto my bed, I let out a groan and rubbed my face, trying to figure out what the hell to do next.
And I heard something from beyond the wall.
A soft buzz, and an even softer moan.
Faint. Muffled. Delicious.
Amanda.
Another tiny, breathy moan like she’d tried to swallow it but couldn’t.
I shifted on the bed, needing to adjust myself at the filthy little noise. Perhaps I’d left her at wound up as she’d left me.
An uppercut couldn’t have wiped the grin off my face.
‘Dirty girl,’ I whispered into the darkness.
Tossing my pillows to the end of the bed, I lay as close to the wall as possible, greedily stealing each naughty little noise I could. Without even being in the same room, she had my dick straining.
I fumbled for my phone, cursing as it stuck in my pocket, my trousers suddenly far too tight. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent her a text, thankful for her insistence that we all save her number before she arrived in case we, or she, needed anything.
Sounds like I got you too excited…?
There was a pause next door, the buzzing ceasing.
It went on too long, and my stomach dropped.
I held my breath when the typing bubble appeared.
