“And what is it that you want?”
“You,” he grunts. “I haven’t wanted anyone like this in so long, and now that I’ve found you… you’re all I can think about. You’re all I want.”
His fingers move under my skirt, pressing higher. I brush my hand over his crotch, hoping to awaken him—only to find he’s already hard.
A giggle falls from my lips. “You really do want me, huh?”
“Oh, don’t be a brat?—”
The front door opens, and the sound of clicking heels fills the little house. It’s never a sound I’ve minded, but now, it’sthe soundtrack to a horror movie. It may as well be the revving engine of a chainsaw.
There’s nowhere to go. All I can do is stay in place. The cabin has an open floor plan, and you can see each door from the front.
If I leave now, she’ll know I was in here. Maybe that’s not the worst thing, but?—
“Theo?” Christine calls.
My heart races, not in a fun way—nothing like how he usually leaves me palpitating.
“In here!” he calls, sounding surprisingly calm despite his wide eyes.
“Don’t!” I gasp.
“Under the desk,” he whispers. “Hurry.”
THEO
“There you are!” Christine gives me the same big, bright smile I’ve known for years. Nothing out of the ordinary—except there is, and she doesn’t know it. Hopefully.
Evie is still under the desk. She doesn’t touch me, but her presence alone stirs desire. I’m lucky it’s the kind of desk that can hide her, but… her being down there isn’t doing anything to help the situation in my pants.
I’m rock-hard and getting harder by the moment.
“I thought you would be in the forest with us,” Christine says.
“I wish.”
Evie’s hands brush against my bulge, and I clear my throat, holding back a groan.
“I’ve been going most days, but I had to take today off.” I cough. “Too many meetings.”
Evie presses harder. I grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white. Despite my better judgment, I spread my legs, silently inviting her to continue.
“That’s too bad. It’s a beautiful day. I’ve heard it’s been raining, but the sun is out today like you wouldn’t believe.”
I swallow thickly and glance out the window. “Yeah. Too bad I can’t be… out there… enjoying it…”
Evie unzips my pants. Fuck. Hopefully, Christine doesn’t hear. What the hell is she doing down there, and why do I want her to keep going? Desire coils in the pit of my stomach.
“Where’s Evie?” Christine asks.
Shit.
“Shopping,” I say. “She ran out of…”
Evie’s hand wraps around my solid length, and my mind goes blank. I have an excuse ready, I swear, but it escapes once she touches me. Her tongue presses to the underside of my cock, and I nearly combust.
She’s enjoying this—teasing me and knowing I can’t do anything to stop her. All I can do is keep my composure, and I’m failing at that.
