“Okay,” I say as I stand. His eyes land on me again, and for the hell of it, I lean forward, letting my top fall forward, giving him an epic view of my chest, which of course he takes full advantage of. I watch as his gaze floats over my breasts, the way he stares, the hunger in his expression. I leave the phone on his nightstand and then stand back up. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Should I ask you the questions tomorrow?”
“Yes,” he says in a strained voice.
“Okay, see you in the morning.” I turn to walk away and then add, “Also, you won’t be the only one getting off tonight.”
And with that, I leave his room and head straight for my vibrator.
LEVI
The momentmy bedroom door shuts, I sink into my mattress and start jerking off at a rapid pace. Precum covers my hand as I drag it over my length.
I knew the moment I got home tonight, I had to find release. I didn’t care how, but I needed it. I pulled up a Patty Ford video, shut my eyes, and envisioned Wylie as Patty talked. I was hard and ready to come in fucking seconds.
My balls had started to tighten the moment I spotted Wylie in my bedroom. It was as if I conjured her in my mind and brought her in here. And fuck did she look so mouth-wateringly good. I don’t know what she was wearing, all I know is that if there was a uniform requirement for her job, I’d pick that. I’d pick that all day, every day.
And every time I’d see her in it, I’d pin her against the wall or the cabinet, or the couch, and I’d pull down the front so I could suck on her tits—those fucking gorgeous tits—and I’d play with her nipples and . . .
“Oh . . . fuck,” I groan as I squeeze my cock, my orgasm right on the edge. I hold the base tightly, prolonging the feeling of walking on the edge, waiting to be pushed over.
Hearing her talk about Patty and how she gets turned on, hearing her say she’s wet . . . fuck me.
The way her fingers ran over my chest. Almost to my dick.
The dip in her shirt where I almost caught sight of those hardened nipples.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot.
I let go of the base of my cock and then pump hard, up and down, over and over until my cock swells and I come all up the front of my stomach, groaning the entire time.
“Fuck . . . oh fuck.”
Jesus Christ, it’s been too fucking long.
I let go of my cock and stare up at the ceiling, finding my breath. What’s she doing? Is she getting off right now? Did she slip out of her clothes and into her bed naked? Is she fingering herself? Is she using a toy?
And why the hell did she come over here in the middle of the night? Just to fuck with me?
She has to be fucking with me.
There’s no other reason.
The only question is, why?
Why is she trying to entice me? Why is she risking her job when we both said we’d keep things platonic? There has to be an explanation, and I need to know why.
I move into the bathroom and clean myself up.
Then I pull on a pair of gray sweatpants, my dick still half hard as I calm down, and then move through the apartment with one thing on my mind . . . her.
I feel frenzied.
Out of my mind.
Ready to fucking lose my shit with the electricity bouncing through me.
Call it adrenaline left over from the game.
Call it seeing her in that night set.
Whatever it is, it’s propelling me straight to her door where I stand for a second.
I listen closely and hear nothing, so I take a chance and turn the doorknob, pushing the door open.
She didn’t knock.
Why should I?
When I walk into her bedroom and look to the right at her bed, instead of being startled at seeing me, she almost looks like she was expecting me.
She’s under her covers, both hands covered up with the faint sound of a vibrator sounding through the room.
Her teeth pull on her bottom lip as she looks up at me.
And just like that, I get hard all over again.
And because I’m in some sort of weird fucking world where time stands still now, I don’t move. I stare. And she doesn’t move as her eyes connect with mine.
I can see it, right there in her pupils, she wants me here.
She was hoping I’d come.
She wants me to see this, and fuck, do I want to watch.
I know I should leave.
I know I shouldn’t be here.
Coach Wood would freak the fuck out, but I’m torn.
I’m out of control.
My will is slipping, and I can’t seem to stop myself.
And because she’s fucking with me, she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t turn off the vibrator. She shifts on her bed so she’s turned more toward me with one leg propped up under the sheets. The shift causes the blankets to fall dangerously close to revealing her naked breasts.
Fuck.
Me.
“Oh, fuck, Levi. Your body. So fucking hot. You’re . . . ohhhh . . . fuck,” she moans as she moves her hand. “Oh God . . .”
My mouth goes dry.
My pulse picks up.
And my cock swells all over again as her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth parts open.
“Fuck, oh God. Oh, I’m . . . I’m coming,” she says right before her moan fills the air, and her body convulses under the sheet.
My skin prickles as I watch her come.
Not only did I fuck up by being in here but the sound of her orgasming is never, ever going to leave my brain.
Ever.
After a few seconds of her catching her breath, she switches off the vibrator, tosses it to the side, and gathers the blankets up around her neck as she props her head on her hand. “Can I help you . . . Mr. Posey?”
Fuck . . . yes.
With one flick of those covers, I could be on top of her. I could be burying my face between her legs. I could be showing her just how much I want her.
But I can’t.
I know I can’t.
I realize I can’t.
This is not some game. This is my livelihood.
This is my ass on the line.
I might be a horny motherfucker with the taste for one woman, but that doesn’t mean I can just toss the promises I made. I do not break my promises. Some would say I’m loyal to a T. The Agitators is my job, and I won’t fuck that up.
Can’t fuck that up.
Despite her eyes falling to my crotch, I take a step back, ignoring the droop in her shoulders.
With my eyes set on her, I say, “Tonight, you crossed a line, Wylie. Don’t cross it again.”
And with that, I push through her door, slamming it as I stride toward my room.
Fuck, I hated that.
I hated everything about it.
WYLIE
Okay,so I pushed him a touch too far last night.
I get that.
I own up to it.
But for the record, just to be petty, he liked it.
He liked everything about me walking in on him.
Him walking in on me.
And of course, the finale.
I saw it in his hazy eyes and tented sweatpants.