“Who do you have playing tonight?” she asks, curling her knees to the side.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out rough.
“Just watching football with my husband,” she says innocently.
Christ.She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I swallow. “Jordan. You trying to kill me?”
“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
“Not the same thing.”
“No? Did you hear me in the shower and then leave?” Her eyes narrow, sharp and pointed. “How long did you listen for?”
I don’t say anything. I’m too busy trying to shove the guilt down.
She scoffs.
“Don’t do that,” I say, lifting a hand, resigned. “Don’t make me feel bad about it. What was I supposed to do? I come home from a long day of work, and all I want is to get comfortable, relax, and watch some football. And you’re in my shower masturbating? Fuck, babe. I tried to be respectful, but Jesus. I’m only human.”
My gaze drops briefly to her nipples before I scold myself and drag it back to her eyes.
“You got me hard as hell. You sounded…” I exhale, shaking my head. “Fuck. You sounded sexy.”
“Yeah?” she asks, brow raised. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Babe…”
She shifts closer, her fingers sliding to the nape of my neck. “Did you touch yourself?” she asks softly, pushing, taunting.
A low chuckle escapes me as heat rises under my skin, my pulse quickening when her fingers brush along my collar. I hold her gaze. “You’re playing with fire, babe.”
“Mmm. Am I?” She rests her other hand on my chest. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” Her smirk is all pride, all knowing. Jesus. She’s practically beaming.
I lean in closer, testing the line, pushing back just enough. I brush my lips across her forehead, my breath skimming her cheek as I move lower. “I’m more than comfortable,” I murmur, stopping just short of her mouth, hovering there, our breath mingling.
My index finger traces down her neck, across her collarbone, lower, pausing at the edge of her neckline.
She draws in a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice low. “I touched myself. I rubbed one out to the sound of your moans. Imagined you naked, wrists bound to my bed, gasping my name.” I grin inches from her lips. “I’ve never come so fast, babe. Thank you.”
Then I sit back and reach for my beer like nothing happened, fully satisfied.
She gapes at me—flushed, chest rising, nostrils flaring.
“You’re such a dick,” she says sharply.
I just grin.
Yeah. I can be.
But it’s not like she was planning to do anything there.
She grabs a blanket and tosses it over both our legs, snuggling up to me, acting completely normal and unbothered. But something shifts in the way she settles in. Something familiar. Like she wants more… but doesn’t want to want it.
Her hand falls to my stomach, fingers tracing slow circles across my abs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
