“Of course. Hypothetically.”
“She can leave her heels on, too. I don’t fucking care how tall she is.” We’re practically chest to chest now, close enough thatI can feel the heat radiating off her body. “Would you rather seduce a man with a strip tease or a lap dance?”
“Strip tease,” she answers, “but I’ve done both before.”
Fuck.
The thought has me rock-fucking-hard right now, my dick covered only by my now-tented, soaking wet boxer briefs.
I want Zhuri so fucking badly.
She steps closer to me again and gasps when she accidentally brushes against my cock, but it doesn’t seem to make her want to pull away.
No, she actually looks at my lips before glancing back at my eyes, and I do the same.
Goddamn, I want to kiss her.
Is it a terrible idea? Yeah, but I couldn’t care less right now.
Unfortunately, though, Zhuri seems to come to her senses, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Cameron…”
I take a few steps back and rake a hand through my drenched hair. “Sorry,” I mutter.
“I… should probably head home.” She pulls herself out of the pool and walks over to pick up her clothing.
“I can, uh, give you something else to wear for now. Something dry.”
“It’s fine,” Zhuri dismisses me. “I don’t live far, so I’ll be fine.” She pulls her dry clothing on over her wet underwear before saying, “I can let myself out. Have a good night, Cam.”
“Yeah,” I reply thickly. “You too, Z.”
She practically runs down the stairs and away from me, and even though nothingshouldhappen between us, I still feel a slight sting at how badly she wanted to get away.
I almost kissed her tonight. She could feel how hard I was when she brushed against me.
I don’t think we can go back to normal after this.
So what the helldowe do from here?
thirty-one
Zhuri
Zhuri
I’m requesting an emergency meeting
Nia
That doesn’t sound dramatic at all
Zhuri
The dramatics are necessary
Nia
