Hothead (Irresistible 4)

The gravel in his voice shot straight between my thighs. Suddenly, I recognized the sheer proximity of my hands to his cock, and it made me bite my lip. Clearing my throat, I tried distracting myself with an unpleasant subject.

“Well, just because Mike gave me good advice before doesn’t mean he’s got a lifetime pass. He’s still an asshole who – oh shit!”

My sharp gasp jolted Drew, and I caught a half second of his confusion before scrambling to my laptop and trying to remember if I’d actually hit enter.

Before Drew came home, I had been seething over Mike’s Facebook post. I’d written that dirty, snappy comment just to blow off steam and make myself laugh, but I hadn’t actually hit enter.

Right? I would never, I told myself just as I hit the space bar, woke up my laptop and stared at a good thirty-six notifications staring at me at the top of the page.

“Oh God,” I breathed as I realized that I would never did not actually apply, because apparently, I very much would. My eyes were wild as I reread his post – Baltimore SPANKED NY tonight! There goes your big win streak Empires #sorrynotsorry #someoneisoverpaid #damyoureallyblewit – followed by my reply:

Guess that means someone else is getting spanked tonight. Not that I mind ;) #loveit #heshotwhenhesmad

Oh.

My God, Evie.

I had no other words for myself as I knelt in front of my screen, hands clasped over my mouth while taking in all the likes, loves, shocked emojis and sassy GIF replies under my insane comment – some of them from Mike’s own coworkers.

Omigodomigodomigod.

“What?”

The second I heard Drew’s voice, I slammed my laptop shut.

“Nothing!” I said, though when I turned around, Drew was sitting forward, as if he’d just been reading over my shoulder. I squinted at him. I knew he’d looked, but I couldn’t tell if he’d read everything on my screen, so I kept my narrowed eyes pinned to his vague smirk as I returned to massaging his legs. And after ten seconds of quiet, I concluded that he hadn’t seen a thing.

But just to be safe, I kept his mouth shut by throwing myself into massaging the hell out of him, using all the strength in my body to push, rub and knead his thighs till I was breathless and he was growling from the pain.

“Trying to hurt me, little girl?” he snarled.

“I thought you said it hurt but felt good.”

“Kind of like being spanked?”

Oh God. My heart slammed in my chest. Okay, so he did see the comment, I breathed, trying to play it off and gather myself. But when it was clear that I wouldn’t, I looked up at him, cheeks burning.

“That was clearly for show. Just to shut him up,” I said as amusement danced in his eyes.

“So you have no interest in getting spanked.”

“That clearly breaks our no-touching rule. I think we both know that.”

“I could use a paddle to avoid actual contact.”

“So… do you want me to finish this massage or do you want me to go to my room and ignore you till the end of time?”

“Finish me off,” he smirked, breaking into a full grin when I whispered ass under my breath and returned to the massage.

But at this point, it was impossible for me to rub my hands all over his body without wanting to combust into flames. Drew’s gaze was fixed tight on me as I avoided looking up, still breathless, my chest still heaving from using all my strength on him. Both physically and mentally, I was faltering, getting weak, and all I could do was remind myself that he’d get cold and frigid if we caved and had sex.

Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, I chanted on repeat. Don’t even look at him.

But just as I thought the words, Drew reached into his sweats and grabbed his cock.

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DREW