With ragged breaths, I step forward and place the other hand against the tile wall.
I stare down at my cock.
Angry veins line my shaft and my swollen balls pulse, eager to let my load erupt.
The familiar buildup is brewing at the pit of my stomach. I squeeze my ass cheeks together and jerk off fast. The current of desire coursing through my body for this woman is something I’ve never experienced before.
My hand glides over my cock at a desperate pace as my orgasm builds.
I pump once, twice, three times, and choke the tip of my cock.
I’m done.
Fuck, the first spurt is so powerful it splashes off the tile.
What a waste.
Harley’s open mouth comes to mind, and the second spurt hits the target. I jerk some more as my balls explode, my leg trembling, the orgasm practically lifting me off my feet. My cum should be marking Harley’s sinful body, or better yet, shooting down her pretty little throat.
I let the water wash over me as I regain my composure.
Several heartbeats later, and the release that was supposed to help me find some sort of equilibrium, did no such thing.
I’m still wound up as tight as a spring.
I let my head hang.
I need something more hardcore to exorcize this woman out of my head.
If not, I’ll never make it through this charity luncheon.
Chapter 25
Make it hurt
Harley
Iwake up with a jolt, my eyes flying open.
Kaz is nowhere to be seen.
Disappointment washes over me.
I run a hand through my hair and exhale a long breath.
These nightmares are going to be the end of me.
Did I say anything incriminating?
Crap.
I sit there for a long beat, as I take in my surroundings, thanking my lucky stars Kaz Lindström came to my rescue.
It’s going to be a hell of a downgrade when I move out of this bedroom and into a small apartment I can afford.
His carriage house has become my safe place.
No.He’sbecome my safe place.
