There was not enough space in that tower for me, Tess, and her enormous tits.
God, they had looked amazing in that tight tank top. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and she had on those itty-bitty shorts that accentuated her curves. If my sisters hadn’t been standing right there, I knew without a doubt I would have lost all self-control and fucked her on the counter.
I shifted my weight, my pants suddenly feeling too tight.
She’s your assistant.But my brain was tired, and after dealing with my insane family for the last week, my normally steel-plated willpower was waning.
You just need to eat some protein, get better sleep.I willed my erection to go down.
Ding!
The elevator paused, and the door opened.
“Howdy, neighbor!” An older woman with sunglasses and a large yellow hat greeted me as she stepped onto the elevator. “Going up?”
“Yes,” I said, glad that I had that chess table as a shield.
I shifted to make room for the older woman, and my erection deflated like a balloon when I saw what she was wearing or, rather, not wearing.
She did light stretching in the elevator.
I looked up at the polished bronze ceiling.
“You coming to rooftop yoga?” she asked. “We havetheDorothy herself leading the class every Tuesday and Thursday. Just one of the perks of living in this building.”
“I’m not a yoga person,” I said to the ceiling.
“Too bad! Ass like that, you need to keep it toned. Your girlfriend will thank you. Not to mention, there are all sorts of stretches that increase your fortitude, if you know what I mean.”
The elevator stopped on Greg’s floor. I stepped out. “I’ll think about it.”
The older woman saluted me as the doors closed.
I stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to collect myself.
Where had we moved to?
I knocked on the door and heard little feet scampering inside. The door opened, and one of my little sisters looked up at me expectantly.
“Hey, I’m just here for my coatrack.”
“Greg said no visitors,” my little sister stage-whispered. “He’s with his girlfriend.”
My mouth fell open. “Belle just decided to forgive him, just like that?”
“They’re in his bedroom.” The toddlers giggled.
“What in the world?”
I took out my phone and texted the group chat with my brothers—not just the Manhattan Svenssons but all of them, from Harrogate to Rhode Island.
The texts came in fast and furious.
Archer:No way!
Tanner:I’ll believe it when I see it.
Garrett:All of you owe me money!
