Thank you for helping him. I hope we can catch up soon.
I set the phone down and turn my attention back to the mess in front of me. It’s not like I can go back to Barrett and the life that was waiting for me. Even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Whatever comes next, this is my chance to start building something formyself.
And I’m not wasting it.
A floorboard creaks down the hall.
I freeze.
He’s awake.
Luke
I wake already irritated.
Muscles tight, tension in my shoulders. My body is primed for a fight.
Only it wasn’t a fight I’d been dreaming about.
It washer.
Lilly.
I knew she’d be trouble. The day hasn’t even started, and already I’m pissed off.
And frustrated.
That’s the real problem.
My cock is hard as a rock. Throbbing with the unsatisfactory finish to the dream I’d just woken from.
Dark hair spilling over the pillow. Soft pink lips parting under mine. Bright, blue, innocent eyes wide with surprise when I grab her wrists and pin her armsover her head, thrusting her perky tits up for me to feast upon.
The low moan that slips from her creamy white throat when I whisper just how good her sweet cunt is going to feel when I sink my thick cock between her folds.
My jaw tightens with the memory of the dream as the last image flickers out and the reality of the morning intrudes.
“Fuck.” The word is little more than a growl as I scrub my hand over my face and try to pull myself into the present and further away from a dream that could only mean trouble.
But my dick isn’t getting the message, and my brain is not interested in logic or the fact that I should under no circumstances be thinking about the young woman living under my roof who I just hired—albeit begrudgingly—to be my assistant.
Not only is she far too young for me. It doesn’t take much to see that she’swaytoo innocent. Never mind the fact that I’m herboss.
No. Nothing is going to happen with Lilly.
I throw the covers back, the cold air sharp and startling against the heat of my body. Swinging my legs to the edge of thebed, I try to breathe through it and focus on my training.
Discipline.
I’m no stranger to focus. But every time I close my eyes and try to clear my mind, the image of her standing in my hallway, defiant, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold, her eyes bright with determination, slams into me.
Followed swiftly by the softer dream version of her. The one who moans my name with parted lips as I fuck her.
Dammit.
My control snaps, and I lie back against the pillows, one hand fisting the sheets, the other wrapped roughly around my hard cock.
There’s nothing slow or indulgent about it. Just a quick brutal release driven by frustration and the need to shut my body up before my dick starts making decisions I’m going to regret.
