Hold On

I know I should leave right away. I’ve been here too long already. It’s coming up on eleven o’clock, and I’m tired. But a devious thought keeps nagging me.

A devil on my shoulder is whispering in my ear.

I can’t.

I shouldn’t.

But no one will ever know, so maybe it’s okay, right? Just this once, I mean.

I want to make sure no one will know, so I go outside, pull my car into the garage and set the security code so it will seem like I’ve left.

Then I tiptoe down the hall, opening the doors along the way until I find it: the one that has my heart pumping hard, making me feel like I’ve been holding my breath too long.

It’s his room and I’m going in.

Three

Marshall

THE CLOCK IN THE AUDI reads three a.m. and I should be exhausted, but I’m as awake as I’ve ever been.

The entire flight home, I fought the urge to relieve some of the tension she’s causing by jerking off in the cramped lavatory. It didn’t feel right. My hand and I are well acquainted, seeing as I haven’t even had a date in probably five years. But it’s different now. The next time I cum, it’s going to be with her.

On her.

Inside her.

Because she already owns my dick, and before too long I’m going to own all of her.

I park at the front door of the house, not bothering to pull into the garage and make my way inside. As I’m punching my security code into the keypad at the door, my phone rings, and I pull it out to see it’s Connor again, but I don’t have time right now. He’s called and texted me ten times since I bolted, and I know I’ll have to deal with it, but not now.

Rushing out of the meeting was way out of character for me. He has every right to be pissed. But in my lust seared brain, that’s not what’s important. What’s important is getting things ready, so when she arrives in the morning, she understands what’s about to change in her life.

Inside the front door, I turn off my phone and set it on the console, leaving everything else but thoughts of her behind me for now. Business will wait. Or it won’t. I have enough money to last me ten lifetimes, and besides, all the success I’ve chased over the years now seems unimportant.

The house feels colder, empty, and even as I hear Buddha snoring from the living room, everything feels off.

I want her here, and I’ll do anything to make it happen. I know she’s scheduled to come back early tomorrow and take care of Buddha…little does she know, she’ll also be taking care of me.

Walking through the kitchen, I lean down and give Buddha a scratch. He’s the soundest-sleeping dog I’ve ever known. It’s a good thing I have an incredible security system because if he’s asleep, a marching band could break in and steal me blind and he’d keep snoring away. He looks perfectly happy and cozy on the dog bed, so I decide to take a shower and grab a couple hours of sleep.

The anticipation of seeing Emmy in the morning has my muscles drawn tight, and thoughts of throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to my bed have been playing on repeat in my head.

I set my carryon and laptop bag down in the hallway and march toward my bedroom. Just outside the door, when I put my hand on the knob, something twitches inside of me.

There’s a scent. A vibration in the air that makes me look around, feeling someone is here.

I shake my head. Come on, Marshall, keep it together. Swallowing hard, I open my bedroom door.

What I see shakes me to my core, and deep in my chest a single word rumbles out of me before I can stop it.

“Mine.”

She’s here.

In my bed.

Her red hair falls in waves over the white pillow as she lies on her side. Her hands pressed together, as though in prayer, just in front of her nose, and her body is curved under the covers, making my mouth water.

I’m pretty sure she’s naked because her clothes are folded on the corner of the bed. Jesus, give me strength.

She sighs, and I silently close the door, wanting there to be a barrier to any potential exit while my heartbeat thunders in my ears.

The room is cool, the A/C keeping up with the summer’s sultry heat outside, and goosebumps form on my skin. I want her supple body next to mine, warming me. I want to let this sweet young girl know the effect she has had on me in less than twenty-four hours.

I tread softly to the chair in the corner and settle in, my cock painfully hard as I take in her bare shoulders, telling me there’s nothing between her flawless ivory skin and my sheets. I’m jealous of the fabric that touches her.