Page 102 of So This Is War
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 Agitatorsismy 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.”
