Page 103 of Little Sunshine

I was coming outta my damn skin.

I sat in the loft with my untouched drink. I had no fucking clue what was happening on the muted baseball game or with the files I was supposed to be going over. My mind was on Mila.

My mind was always on Mila.

The same traits that made me good at my job—the way I fixated and obsessed, going over every variable and outcome—had made her the target.

Unfortunately for me and my fucked-up brain, Mila didn’t share that driving need to be around me. When we’d gotten home from dinner, she hadn’t wanted to watch one of her shows with me. She’d barely muttered good night before locking herself in the bedroom. After the conversation we’d had, I got her need for space. And since my control was close to snapping, I’d wanted to give it to her.

For one night.

I’d made it a few hours.

That was close enough.

Mila wasn’t due for any meds, so I didn’t have that excuse to fall back on if she woke up, but I didn’t care. I needed to make sure she was okay.

That she wasn’t having another nightmare that emotionally shook her until she literally shook.

That she hadn’t moved around so much, she’d fallen out of bed.

I needed to see her.

Like the first night when I’d checked on her without her knowledge, I felt no hesitancy. No doubt. No guilt. The only reason I paused outside the door was to listen for the TV or movement.

When there was nothing but silence, I turned the knob.

Fuck.

Locked.

If I was a good man, that would’ve been the end of it.

But I’d never been a quitter.

Jogging downstairs, I hunted around my office and then the junk drawer in the kitchen for the small key that unlocked the bedroom from the outside. Finally finding it, I went upstairs and popped the lock before slowly pushing the door open.

Moving quietly across the room, I stopped next to the bed. In the soft light, I could see everything.

Putting in a night-light was a genius idea.

Mila’s body was stretched across the horizontal length of the mattress with one arm under a pillow and the blanket covering her side. Her other leg was kicked out, her sleep shorts barely covering her pussy. Her hard nipples pressed against the thin material of her top.

In my whole damn life, I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Mila. My control had never been so dangerously close to slipping.

My dick had never been so hard.

Fuck it.

I’m already heading to hell anyway.

Might as well upgrade to a first-class ticket.

Shoving my hand into my shorts, I fisted my cock and squeezed. There wasn’t enough room in the confined space, but I ran my hand along the length as best as I could. That was all I’d intended to do. It was already too much. But the longer I looked down at her, the more I stroked until I needed to tug the stretchy waistband down to free myself.

I held the material out of the way with one hand while my other wrapped around the base. I slowly moved up, circling around the head and choking back a moan.

Mila’s words from the garage echoed in my head, but I didn’t shut them down like I’d done earlier.

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