Page 38 of Phoenix

Chapter 10

Case

I underestimated the reality of waking up next to Nora.

If I thought she was perfect before. Fuck me. I hadn’t seen her sleep rumpled and beautiful.

Her lips are pouty and pink, her hair is a mess of blonde silk spread over the pillow, and I imagine what it would be like to wrap my fingers in it and tug her head back, so I can see her face when I fuck her from behind.

Now I’m hard. Fuck.

I climb from the bed as quietly as possible, hoping to not wake her and alert her of this... issue. I reach down and give my cock a squeeze through my gray sweats. It’s so hard that it’s painful.

I need a cold shower STAT.

I step into the large bathroom and pull the door behind me to click closed. I lean back against the door and my head thumps against it. She’s killing me.

She was just sleeping, Carmichael. Jesus. Stop being a teenager and get over it.

I strip down to nothing and step into the shower before pressing the button on the wall that sets off the multiple showerheads. They spray in from every angle.

What I wouldn’t give to go out there, toss her over my shoulder and carry her in here with me.

I brace one hand on the shower wall, bending my head to let the water wash over my neck and down my face.

I’ll never be able to concentrate today if I don’t have some kind of relief.

Fuck it.

I reach down and grip my cock in one hand, giving it a stroke from root to tip.

“Christ.” I shudder out, closing my eyes, thinking about Nora on her knees on the shower floor.

Her beautiful eyes looking up at me as she licks my head and her perfect hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing.

I pump harder as the vision takes over, my balls tighten to the point of pain and that’s when I hear it.

It’s so distant I almost think it’s a figment of my imagination, but there’s a moan coming from the other side of the wall—right where Nora is sleeping.

The thought of her touching herself while I do is too much, I can’t hold back any longer.

I focus my attention on the tip and squeeze before giving one last stroke.

“Ahhhh,” I huff out as I burst, blowing all over the tiled floor, letting the evidence disappear down the drain.

Both hands now press onto the wall as I catch my breath, and I know quickly what I just did is never going to be enough.

I want Nora Masen more than I’ve wanted anyone...ever.

Nora

I keep my eyes closed because I can feel him staring at me. I’m not ready to face morning Case.

Men in the mornings are my weakness, and I can feel from a mile away that Morning Case Carmichael would send me into a frenzy I may never recover from.

My body is acutely aware of his presence and my skin prickles in arousal.

I stuffed a wall of pillows between us last night, because I am a cuddler, and I’m drawn to warmth in my sleep. Waking up wrapped around Case Carmichael like a vine is not something I need right now.

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