Holy, shit.This is hot.
I know I shouldn’t be watching this private moment, but I can’t leave now. He looks so... untamed, uninhibited, and I know it’s because of what just happened in the bathroom with me. I just don’t know what to do with this information.
I make the split-second decision to sneak away, to pretend like I saw nothing and leave him none the wiser. But before I can take a single step back, his eyes snap open and his gaze pins me in place, sharp and commanding.
He doesn’t say a word, his hand continues to pump up and down his length smoothly, but it’s as if he’s saying with his eyes alone,don’t you dare move. Stay right there. Watch what you came here to see. Watch what you do to me.
And so, I stay.
Frozen, half in and half out of the doorway, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. My chest rises and falls withshallow breaths as my eyes remain locked on him, unable to tear away from the view.
Cain’s lips part, his breathing quickening. The tendons in his neck tighten, just as they had during our night together, and I’m yanked back to the memory of his body moving against mine. His strokes grow faster, rougher, his hand jerks over his cock with a punishing rhythm. The air in the room feels thick, charged, and I feel every inch of it on my skin as if he’s touching me.
Then, with a groan that reverberates through my body, he tenses and his cock jerks. His release spills across his bare stomach, glistening in the soft light pouring in through the window, and for a moment, the only sound is his ragged breathing as he comes down. Until I realize it’s not him that I’m hearing, it’s me.
My thighs press together tightly; my panties are damp and clinging to me uncomfortably. The moment snaps me out of my trance, and I whirl on my heel, rushing back down the hallway with my face flaming.
You’re a sex therapist and masturbation is nothing to be embarrassed about.
Except I’m not embarrassed. I’m turned on. I’m confused. And I’m overwhelmed by just how much I like Cain.
By the time I reach the foyer, I’m jabbing the elevator button with frantic energy, hitting it twice, as though that will make it come faster. My pulse thunders in my ears, and I barely trust my legs to hold me upright as I wait for my escape to come.
I can’t keep cleaning his penthouse. Tonight, I’m talking to my manager and reassigning his place to my coworker permanently.
A door down the hallway opens and closes and I know we’re about to face each other. Cain strolls across the expansive spacewith an air of confidence that can’t be faked until he’s by my side, his warm and relaxed body smelling like leather and sex. He smells so good, I swear my body instinctively leans in his direction.
“Share the elevator?” he asks like I didn’t just watch his big cock jerk all over his strong stomach.
I nod, the tension palpable between us now, but at least he seems less sad.
As the doors slide shut, closing us inside he turns to me. “I have a client who has a shoot this weekend and is looking for some extra models. Would you be interested?”
That’s not what I was expecting him to say.
“Who’s the client?”
“Rebel XOXO.”
“Oh, yeah, Leo told me about the gig already.”
He nods his head and then is silent again as the elevator makes its descent. I wonder if we’re going to talk about what I just witnessed or pretend that it never happened.
“So, will you be there?”
I hesitate. “I’m not sure. I haven’t decided if I want to do it. I need to look at the contract.”
He nods again as the doors reopen now on the first floor. “Did you park in the parking garage?”
“No. I’m taking the train home tonight.”
“Any plans?”
I hesitate, remembering Leo telling me to invite Cain to our Halloween dinner. But after what we just did, I feel so confused.Confused by his reaction. Confused by what he wants and what I want. Confused by these feelings I have for him.
“I’m meeting up with Leo.”
I push my cart in the direction of the hotel offices, prepared for that to be the end of the conversation when he calls out to me across the bustling hotel.
