“Fuck,” I cursed, playing into the fantasy, slowly sliding my hand up and down my length.
My breath hitched when she licked her lips, the sight all too real.I pump my dick faster, panting as I imagined her sliding her tongue across the tip.I could see her lips spread as she took me deep in her mouth.I could see the flush on her golden skin.I could see her wide eyes staring back at me with carnal need.
“Savannah,” I groaned softly, her name a slow burn on my tongue.
It wasn’t just want.
No, this was need.
The kind that crept under your skin and refused to leave, the kind that made your pulse pound and your thoughts unravel.My free palm pressed against the tiled wall as I moved faster, water pounding down my neck and back.My breath was uneven now, letting the monster inside me take whatever it needed to quench that thirst.
For that moment, the world resided within those four walls, revolving on the axis ofmytrouble.
Mine.
I could picture the moment my fingers threaded through her dripping wet hair and fisted.She was sucking and licking and driving me mad.Her eyes watered when I forced her to take more, hitting the back of her throat.My forehead made contact with the cold tile again as my movements went wild.
The imagine of this beautiful fucking woman on her knees was enough.She gagged loudly but refused to let up.I grunted as she took more, my dick sliding further into her mouth and spit falling from the corners of those beautiful lips.Where the hell did my mind get these sound effects from?The minute I heard her moan in my mind, it was over.
“Fuck.”
And then I let go.
Threads of cum shot out against the walls, and my groan of pleasure shattered the image.I was alone, catching my breath under the beating cold shower.Fucking hell, I'd never come that hard before.
When the feeling passed, I stood there longer than necessary, letting the cold wash over me again until everything dulled back into something manageable.My head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling, chest rising and falling.
This was bad.
Really bad.
I shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it low around my waist.In the mirror, my reflection looked wrecked—jaw tight, eyes dark, thoughts nowhere near as calm as they should’ve been.
Yeah, I'm definitely in way deeper than I planned.
There were a lot of things I’d imagined doing on my birthday.
Helping Nerissa move was not one of them.
“You got the text, too?”Jesse asked, coming up behind me as I leaned against the counter.
I nodded, thumbs flying as I sent a quick reply before lifting my gaze back to Katie Clarke, who stood near the front of the studio, recorder tucked away, flashing me a warm smile.The interview had wrapped up cleanly—easy questions, good energy.If it did half of what she promised, the mural would get the attention it deserved.
Maybe the shop, too.
“None of us have clients later, right?”I asked, knocking my knuckles against the counter to get Ari’s attention.
He barely looked up from his phone.“Nah.Rissa rescheduled everything.”He grimaced.“Still don’t know why I agreed to move boxes on a perfectly good Friday.We should be prepping to go out tonight.Or getting ready for the trip this weekend.I don't want to.”
“Too bad.We're helping,” Jesse said flatly, a no-nonsense expression on his face.
Ari grumbled under his breath before turning to me.
“The reporter’s got it bad for you, bro.You see the way she looks at you?”
I rolled my eyes.“Girlfriend.Remember?”
The word sat strange on my tongue—fake but not meaningless.
