Page 115 of Skate the Line

It’s not my birthday, but god damn, I need to fuck someone so I stop thinking about fucking her.

Her hot swallow catches my ear.

Is she turned on by this?

My fingers wrap around the slender part of her waist, and I bring our faces closer.Shit, I need to stop.

“Then I’d kiss the hell out of you and let your body do the talking.” I flex my jaw, my teeth clicking on one another. “That’s what you need, Sunshine. A man who knows what a woman wants.”

My body is on fire.

She’s so sexy it hurts.

She has this needy look in her eye that I’ll never be able to forget.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Malaki’s voice hits the side of my face, and I quickly let Sunny go.

Fuck.

“But there’s a cake out here with the name Sunny on it.”

Sunny stumbles backward on those thigh-high boots and swings her attention to my teammate.

We’re caught.

Or should I say,I’mcaught.

Without saying anything, she hurries toward Malaki. He puts his arm around her shoulders and leads her out of the darkened hallway and into the club. One glance over his shoulder with his stupid, knowing smirk, and I’m baring my teeth at him.

He laughs silently, and I follow after them with my dick tucked into the top of my boxers.

What the fuck was I thinking?

The scent of birthday cake follows Sunny and me to the front door of the house. I’m holding it in one hand, and with the other, I open the door and nod for her to go through.

It’s after midnight. The street is quiet, and the house is even quieter.

Marco pops up from the couch as soon as Sunny and I enter the living room. “12:32,” he states. “When I was your age, I closed down the clubs.”

I snort, and Sunny places her hands on her hips.

I drag my gaze away quickly, because even looking at her does something dangerous to me.

She and Marco are in a heated yet teasing conversation. He follows her to the kitchen where she cuts a piece of birthdaycake, chocolate with pink frosting, and places it on a paper plate before putting Saran wrap over it.

“There you go.” She smiles sweetly, and it’s a nice sight to see.

I’d rather her smile than have that look of lust in her eyes that I can’t stop thinking about.

Our gazes snag and stay for a second too long.

My dick twitches.

With my restraint tighter than ever, I walk Marco over to the door and thank him for watching Ellie. I stay near the door well after he drives off and let the cool night air coat my heated face.

Once I get my shit together and mentally prepare to say goodnight to Sunny, I realize she’s already gone off to bed.

The downstairs is empty, except for my semi-hard dick and the scent of guilt lingering in the air.

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