Can’t I? What if this moment between us just didn’t count?
From head to toe, every inch of Emmett’s naked body was so fucking chiseled I was hypnotized. Almost delirious. I was convinced that every woman in the world deserved to see a body like this before she died. It was so sexy it made me feel sexy. It was carved to such masculine perfection that it flooded me with the most carnal thoughts – filthy images of being stripped naked, bent over and spread apart.
The dirty thoughts crossed my mind just as Emmett growled at me.
“Stop.”
I blinked up in a daze. “W-what?” I breathed as his eyes fell to my lips.
“Stop staring at my dick like you want to put it in your mouth.”
Fuck.
In my mind, I’d denied it.
How dare you? I don’t want your cock! You pig!
I don’t want anything to do with it! But in reality, I could only stand there. My legs were lead and my heart was hammering as Emmett stalked slowly over, his close-up nakedness rendering me both frozen and speechless as he stood in the door.
“Aly.” He enunciated my name with a bite of irritation in his voice. “Why are you just standing there?” he asked, his gravelly voice sounding tight. Controlled.
Blood rushed in my ears as he took another step forward – standing so close now that I swore his cock was an inch from grazing my belly. When he caught me trying to glance down, he clenched his jaw and lifted an eyebrow.
“Do you want to touch it?” he asked, his dirty question piercing the silence of the hallway, sending a shameful rush of heat pooling in my panties. “Because unless that’s what you want, Aly,” he muttered harshly, “you better fucking turn around and go to your room.”
My heart slammed. I never thought I’d take well to hearing “go to your room” as an adult but tonight was an exception, so before I could do something remarkably stupid, I spun on my heel – pussy wet and cheeks burning as I made a panicked beeline for my room.
10
ALY
It was barely noon but I let Evie make me a stronger-than-usual Bloody Mary to drink in the office.
Because I was a fucking wreck.
I had never hated myself while masturbating, but that was what I did last night after seeing Emmett naked – especially since I imagined him doing the same in his room down the hall.
Out of guilt, I eventually turned to porn. But while the guys in those videos once looked good to me, they did zilch for me last night. I felt nothing. Not after seeing Emmett Hoult in all his rock-hard, full-frontal, nine-inch glory.
His image was burned into my mind and worse, I’d used it to come three times before bed last night.
On the bright side, I’d passed out and slept like a champ.
On the not so bright side, that meant climaxing to the thought of Emmett was
just as good if not better than having actual sex with another human.
And that only made me think about how good he had to be in bed.
“Unless you want this right now you better fucking turn around and go to your room.”
Every mental replay of his words sent a new shiver up my spine. I kept imagining scenarios in which I hadn’t gone to my room. I kept wondering what Emmett would’ve done to me if I’d just stepped inside, and those fantasies had my panties so wet and uncomfortable that Evie actually volunteered to hold down the fort at the restaurant while I went to buy new ones.
But instead, I opted for the Bloody Mary.
“Okay.” Evie eyed me warily as I took the drink from her and held it in both hands like a child, staring into space as I sipped on it. “You do look miserable enough that I’m going to spare you of like, eighty percent of the filthy questions I want to ask right now, because I know you don’t want to hear it.”
I nodded catatonically, still sucking down my drink.