Trouble

Snatching the conditioner up, I put some on my hand before sliding my fist over my erection. As I tug, I think of her beautiful body.

She was just as I imagined she’d be, soft and full with flawless ivory skin. Her breasts were perky handfuls, teardrops bouncing, and her hips matched in exact proportion, round and firm. Auburn hair swept down to her narrow waist.

She said her stomach was soft. Fuck that. She’s a painter’s dream, an hourglass. Her ass was like a heart waiting for my hands to squeeze it, my teeth to mark it, my mouth to cover it, perhaps even my dick… Shit.

The thought of my dick in her ass has me on the edge. I can hear her little cries as I punish her for sneaking out on me. I hear her orgasmic moans, loud and ecstatic. She’s responsive and vocal and…

“Fuck…” It’s an angry groan as my thighs clench, as my cock pulses.

For a moment, I stand under the shower, wishing the hot water would ease my tension. It’s no use. I’d planned to possess every inch of her body, and now I’m jerking off in the shower like a teenager. This is not how my Saturday was supposed to go.

Snatching up the body wash, I quickly clean up and switch off the water, stepping out and wrapping in a thick robe.

Standing in the center of my bedroom, I stare at the bed, thinking of her falling asleep in my arms. Her face relaxed with a little smile. My hand was on her breast, and she laughed softly. She asked me if I liked football, of all things.

My brow relaxes, and something moves in my stomach. She smelled like flowers, creamy magnolia and mimosa.

I push that to the back of my mind, reaching for my shirt when the twinge in my back pulls me up short. “Fucking Miles.”

It gives me an idea.

Picking up my phone, I quickly tap out a text as I jog down the stairs. We need to see Joselyn’s portfolio. Would you ask her to drop it by the office on Monday?

I quickly hit send and switch on the coffee pot.

Daisy replies fast. Sorry, I forgot to send you her number. Here it is.

A little woosh noise, and just like that, Joselyn’s information is on my phone. I stare at it for several seconds. She’s here in my hands. I could call her or text her and make her tell me why she left that way. I could order her to come back here now.

That is not who I am. I’ll let you be the point person. Just tell her to stop by on Monday and drop it off. Any time.

Gray dots appear as Daisy composes a reply. They disappear and reappear, and I imagine she’s changing her mind about what she wants to say. I have to hand it to Daisy, she’s pretty good at getting what she wants, but I’m not budging.

At last, she sends, Should I tell her to bring it to you or Miles?

Now that is a good question. I don’t give it a moment’s thought. Either is fine. Thank you.

She sends a little heart, and I take my coffee.

To be continued, Miss Winthrop.

Chapter 7

Joselyn

“It’s official. I am my own worst nightmare.” I pace Courtney’s apartment with my hands in my hair.

With every step, every movement of fabric over my skin, I feel all the places Spencer kissed me or bit me or froze me with ice before covering me with his mouth… Or fucked me silly.

“Stop being so hard on yourself. You’d been through a dry spell.” Court’s in the kitchen making coffee, and I cross the short distance from the living room with my arms wrapped around my waist.

“I said no men for a year. A year. I was going to focus on me, get my career back on track, and what do I do? I jump in bed with the first hot guy who looks at me.”

“A year is a long time.”

“I’m a total slut.”

“What’s a slut?” Oliver’s little voice makes me jump.