Page 32 of Bone Deep
For starters, I’m horny as fuck. Flying under the radar gets old. Real old.
I shift on the couch as my thoughts wander down a familiar road. I’ve got a needy hole and a drawer full of toys that lost their appeal a long time ago. They work, technically, but it’s not the same.
Not even close.
Sometimes, when the pressure builds enough and I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my own skin, I have my ways of getting what I need—anonymously and carefully. Quick arrangements. No names. No lingering. Just a locked door, dim lighting, and someone who understands the assignment.
Even then it’s a risk.
One wrong person, one camera phone, one loose mouth, and suddenly my career becomes a headline.
I only do it when I can’t take it anymore. When the ache gets so bad I just need to get pounded hard enough to forget my own name for a while.
The thought alone makes my body react. My dick thickens aggressively in my sweats and I shift, adjusting myself with a quiet grunt.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
My brain decides to make things worse because the next thought that surfaces isn’t about some anonymous hookup.
It’s abouthim.
Spence.
I groan softly and drag my hands down my face again.
I cannot get that man out of my head.
It’s ridiculous. I barely know him, but my mind keeps reminding me of every damn detail.
His face, for starters.
The guy looks like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. A jaw cut from stone with that super short, dense and dark stubble only certain guys can pull off. I’ve always had a thing for it. On him? It drives me fucking wild.
And his hair.
Spencer Stark has great hair.
Like…greathair.
Ugh, and those eyes.
Cobalt.
The kind of blue that makes you do a double take because they almost don’t look real.
And don’t get me started on those thick thighs.
Fuck.
“I can’t do anything about it,” I gripe to myself. That part is obvious.
But…
I shift again on the couch. There’s no harm in being around him, right? Being friends maybe. Or whatever.
Except that’s apparently never going to happen if I can’t even get him to meet me for a damn gym sesh. The man has shot me down multiple times now.
Firmly.
