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No longer able to keep my hands to myself, I lift them and run them down his muscles, imagining us climbing into his bed and rolling around until the oil on his skin coats mine.

"Up," he says with the curl of one finger under my chin. My body obeys, standing at his demand before my brain can even figure out what's going on.

My hands stay on his chest as he pulls me against him, and that’s when his hands start to roam. He rubs my back, his hands everywhere, until there's a brush of a single finger over the side of my breast, and it makes my breath stop.

"Mmm, so sensitive," he whispers against my lips.

I roll my body against him, feeling the ridge of his cock against my lower belly, and I sense it the second his control breaks.

He takes a step back, looking down at me. Just when I think he's going to pump the brakes, his hands move with intent, one cupping my right breast as the other grips my hip.

I press into his palm, my body achy and full of need.

His thumb sweeps over my nipple with perfect precision as he pulls me closer. My hand, having a mind of its own, runs down his body, but I don't stop at the waistband of his boxers this time. I grip him fully over the fabric and squeeze, desperate to feel him inside of me.

"Morgan," he groans into my mouth, his deft fingers pinching my nipple until I moan.

The knock at the door startles us both, but it opens before we even have a chance to pull away from each other.

That's how Twisted finds us, standing in the middle of the room, his hand on my breast and mine gripping his cock.

He looks confused, as if he can't figure out what we're doing, for a long beat before muttering an apology and backing out of the room.

Chapter 24

Rooster

I blink down at her, finding it insane that just happened.

When her grip on my cock tightens, it brings me back to reality.

It would be so easy to continue, and with all of my hormones raging right now, it's a battle to pull my hand from her breast and take a step back.

"He didn't look happy," she says, seeming rather reluctant to pull her hand away.

I want to cry out with disappointment when it falls away. I can feel the dampness at the tip. Watching her mouth as she licks her lips makes me want to run it over that sexy mouth of hers, but it's going to have to wait. We have time, and we don't have to rush this.

"No, he didn't," I say, watching her face. "Does that upset you?"

"He told me he liked me once," she says, and I do my best to school my face so she doesn't realize that I overheard their conversation back at her house the other day. "I told him I wasn't interested. I feel a little bad for him. I wouldn't want to see a guy I liked in the arms of another woman even if I knew there was no chance for us."

"That's very compassionate of you," I say, and I mean every word. "I'm going to have to go talk to him."

"Okay," she says with a swallow. I can tell on her face that she doesn't want to stop any more than I do right now, but I think it's for the best.

I'd go all the way with this woman if I were certain there was something for us in the future. But I get the feeling that she might be incredibly horny right now, and that doesn't translate into a future with her.

I didn't even know that was something I was looking for, but I just can't get the idea out of my head that if she gave the idea of us a little thought, she might be on the same page as well.

Instead of just walking out of the room, I lean in and sweep my lips across hers once last time.

Her hand immediately goes to my hip, and that simple touch has me questioning if I'm doing the right thing by pumping the brakes right now. That's a sign that my body is trying to lead things, and I can't let that happen.

"I'll see you soon," I whisper against her lips before pulling away.

My feet feel like lead weights as I walk toward the closed bedroom door.

"You gonna put on a shirt, or you just gonna go out there all oiled up with an erection?"

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