Page 138 of Skate the Line

I haven’t fucked someone in a very long time.

I’m not sure I could be the type of guy she needs.

“Sunny?”

Is she there?

I listen closely and almost choke on my tongue when I notice her heavier breathing.

If she’s touching herself, I’ll die.

The veins on my forearm bulge with need. I adjust myself again.

“I’m here.”

She’s breathless.

Fuck me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Lying in my bed. What are you doing?”

Dying a slow death.

“Lying in my bed.” I pause. “Thinking about whether or not I should hang up the phone.”

Tell me to hang up, Sunshine. Please.

This goes against every single thing I’d preached from the beginning. Never get involved with a nanny. What’s that old saying? Never bite the hand that feeds you?

She has no idea that she feeds me, but God, she does.

“Don’t hang up.”

I clench my eyes shut. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be rational, Sunshine.”

“I’m younger than you. Aren’t youthe one who’s supposed to be rational? Set an example?”

She’s right.

I am.

But that wasbefore.

“You’re forgetting one thing, though.” I push on my dick, but this time, instead of adjusting myself, I keep my hand on top and press against it.

“What’s that?” Am I imagining that her breaths are becoming heavier?

“I’m a man.”

Her airy laugh makes me harder.

“Trust me. I’m aware,” she says.

I raise a brow. “Are you now?”

“I’ve seen your abs. I’m sure.”

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