“Oh, dear god, make it stop!” I toss a pillow at his smug, pretty face.
Uninvited, he sits at the edge of the bed. His hip bumps my knee, so I shimmy over, making room for him. It is his bed, after all.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my cheeks still warm from embarrassment.
“What amIdoing here?” he asks. “This is my apartment. My room. What areyoudoing here? In my bed.”
“Uh.” The warmth in my cheeks turns to a full-on flame. Is he teasing me? “Didn’t Ezra tell you?” I’m hella confused.
He scans the room. I can practically see his brain collecting the clues—my large weekender bag leaning against his closet, a small collection of shoes on the floor. “Tell me what?”
Sitting a little straighter, I lift my chin. “That I’m staying here.”
“What do you mean, you’re staying here?” His jaw is practically unhinged.
I take in a deep breath, then let it out, willing my body and my mind to calm. “Before we boarded our flight back home, Millie was notified that our apartment complex was being evacuated to fix some structural issues.”
He blinks rapidly and remains quiet.
“Ezra said he cleared it with you,” I add. “But by the look on your face right now, I’m going to assume he did not.”
“You would be correct.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. Itdoesn’t look like he’s shaved since I last saw him, and I’m kind of digging it.
“He told me you wouldn’t be home until one.”
“Yeah, onein the morning.”
“That bastard.” I curse his best friend under my breath. “Well, this is awkward.”
And what’s even more awkward? The way he’s still holding tight to my vibrator.
33
Cameron
After the long trip home,the last thing I imagined coming home to was a beautiful woman beneath my sheets. And her, um, toy. A very impressive toy, I might add. Joey’s eyes ping back and forth, following along with the game of Hot Potato I’m playing with her vibrator—herstill slickvibrator. Just the thought of her sliding it inside her pussy makes my dick twitch.
Shifting on the mattress, I scan the gorgeous girl before me. Her long hair is tousled and tangled at the ends, just how it looks post-sex.
“Is that my shirt?” The sheet has pooled at her waist, but even in the dark, it’s obvious it is.
She dips her chin and surveys herself but doesn’t respond.
I lean forward, closing the distance between us. “Why are you wearing my shirt, Joey?”
Still averting her gaze, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and worries it.
“Fine. Next question.” I twirl the vibrator between us but pull it away when she makes a grab for it. “What were you doingwith this in my bed, Josefine?” I draw out her formal name like a song.
She gulps, but she still won’t look at me.
“Eyes on me.”
Obediently, she drags her focus up my chest, then my neck. She pauses on my lips for a beat before meeting my eyes. Does she feel what I feel? Heat radiating between us like the warmth of the sun we left behind in Greece.
“I—I—” she stammers. “I couldn’t sleep.”
If I had to guess, that’s not the whole truth, but I’ll leave it for now.
