As I grab the tube of toothpaste, my knuckles brush smooth silicone.
My eyes drop.
Holy fuck.
Bright pink and still warm from the charger, Aspen’s vibrator dares me to keep looking. I don’t touch it, but I can’t take my eyes off it.
My palms hit the cool marble as I bow forward, dragging in a rough breath that expands my chest painfully.
Aspen’s toys are none of my damn business. This wasn’t meant for my eyes. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be standing here, getting hard . . . again.
It’s an image I’ve found creeping into my daydreams the last few days—Aspen with her head tipped back, mouth parted, with her hand between her legs. And now there’s a realness to it I can’t ignore.
Aspen flushed while using this exact toy—giving her everything I wish I could.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut, but it’s useless.
Fighting whatever the hell this is has stopped feeling like discipline and started feeling a whole lot more like survival.
This missing piece unravels my will and has me reaching beneath the towel to squeeze my aching dick.
One slow stroke.
Then another.
Fuck.
Aspen invades every corner of my mind—wet skin, swollen lips, hair clinging to her face.
My pulse pounds harder, faster, bringing me closer to the edge so quickly it’s concerning.
Another few seconds and I won’t be able to stop.
Wrenching my gaze to the mirror, I release myself and let my cock bob off my stomach as I brace both hands on the counter.
Cool air does nothing to touch the heat burning through me.
“Get it under control.”
The man staring back at me looks dangerously close to forgetting who the hell he is.
I hate him for it.
Forcing air through my nose, I drag myself back from the edge one controlled inhale at a time.
Then I shove the drawer shut.
Letting Aspen have this level of control over me already pushes against rules I carved into myself sixteen years ago.
When people get close I ruin them. I proved that once.
Never again.
And wanting Aspen this way is the most reckless thing I’ve done in over a decade.
She’s already given me something I swore I’d never let myself have again.
Hope.
