Then I read the first line.
The studio’s dim light casts shadows around us, heightening the intimacy of the moment. The cold wall presses against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Ash’s body.
I blink. My eyes skip further down the page and are caught on another line:
I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing closer, feeling the hard evidence of his desire against my core.
Oh. Fucking hell.
He doesn’t make me wait. With one swift thrust, he fills me, his cock sliding deep into my wet heat. “So tight,” he murmurs, his voice thick with wonder. “So perfect.”
Holyshit.
It’s me.
This is aboutme.
Shewrote aboutus.The photoshoot. The kiss. What would’ve happened if we hadn’t stopped.
And I’m… hard.
Instantly.
Aroused, furious at myself, stunned she wants me likethis—in that hungry, no-holding-back way. It’s notsweet.It’sfilthy.
And now I can’t get the image out of my head: Olive beneath me, breathless, arching, whispering my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
I snap the notebook shut.
“Everything okay?” she murmurs, totally clueless about what I just saw.
“Yeah,” I rasp, standing way too fast. I need to leave.Now.Because if I don’t, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.
“Just remembered I—uh—need to rinse off.”
And then I bolt.
I make it inside without looking back, stride tight, head down.
The second I hit the bathroom, I crank the shower on cold.Freezingcold.
Clothes off in record time. And I step in.
The cold water hits me like a slap. I stand under the spray, fists braced against the tile as the water pounds down around me. I try to breathe. I try to forget.
But her words play on repeat in my head. Like lyrics I can’t shake. Like a fantasy I can’t stop wanting.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I’m still hard.
The cold water isn’t helping. If anything, it’s making it worse—tightening everything, shocking my skin, but doing absolutely nothing to quiet the heat in my head.
Or the pressure building low in my gut.
I lean one hand against the slick tile, jaw clenched. My forehead drops forward.
I can’t stop picturing her.
