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Fuck.

Why did she do that? Why did she kiss me back and suck my thumb like she would suck my cock?

I slide the card into the slot. You can’t hear the door click with the shower on. I would love to join her and continue our little exchange from earlier.

Her lips were parted, and these big blue eyes were begging me to… I had to get away before my body took over, and I’d bent her over her daddy’s desk. Punishing her for still thinking about Chris when all she should think about is me. Connor.

Soon.

Steam billows from the bathroom. I inch closer and catch a glimpse of her through the glass.

Praise to the architect who designed these bathrooms. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have this perfect vision of her. She stands under the stream of water, head tilted back, eyes shut. Her hair clings to her body as she runs her fingers through it.

My cock strains against my jeans. I shouldn’t be here. Not with all I’ve done behind closed doors. I take another step forward.

She hums tunelessly, lost in her own world, and lathers her body with soap. The sight of her hands gliding over her skin, caressing each curve and contour, makes me jealous. I want it to be my hands.

My mouth goes dry as she moves her hand between her legs, little moans escaping her lips. I grip the length of my shaft through the fabric of my jeans, closing my eyes. The things she does to me.

Would you let me take over? Fuck you right under the stream of hot water?

The sound of the shower turning off snaps me back to reality. I gulp a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm within me, but it’s futile.

I’ve already crossed a line I can never uncross. And now she’s under my skin, in my blood. An addiction I can’t kick. I want to claim her, make her see that she belongs to me. And I understand the danger of my obsession, but fuck, I can’t bring myself to turn away from her. Not anymore.

Mary steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body.

It’s time to retreat to the good old balcony. I’m careful not to make a sound and leave the curtain a tad open so I can have a sufficient view inside.

After drying off, she slips into a silky nightshirt. No panties. My hands clench into fists at my sides. Are you trying to kill me, Blue?

She climbs into bed, turns off the light, and lies down. I wait an hour before getting back inside, sinking into the chair beside her bed and watching Mary’s chest steadily rise and fall. The only sound is her soft breathing.

You should work less, Blue. Then, you could sleep in your apartment.

Is there a reason she avoids it? That she works long hours on purpose? Because instead of going home, she stays at the hotel right below the office area. The Wempton hotels are known for their luxurious rooms, but she always stays in one of the standard ones. Why?

She deserves everything and more.

Mary stirs, turning her head on the pillow, her lips parting in a sigh. What are you dreaming about? Is it still him?

My jaw clenches. She has to let go of him.

I lean forward. She’s so peaceful, so beautiful. I want to reach out and touch her, feel the softness of her skin under my fingertips.

As much as it pains me, I have to—

She whimpers, twisting the sheets in her fists, and the dreadful word ‘Chris’ slips from her lips in a moan. She turns onto her side, revealing more of her skin in the process.

Shit. The need to be near her, to touch her, to claim what is mine, overtakes all reason. I’m on my feet before I realize I’ve moved, drawn to her side. My fingers brush her cheek down to the pulse fluttering at her throat.

So fragile, so breakable.

Yet she’s the only thing holding me together.

“Blue.”

For a moment, she tenses under my touch, and I freeze, my heart pounding. Her eyes open, still drowsy and hazy, while focusing on me.

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