Page 37 of Danger

I won’t let it rear its ugly head when Monterey is in need of my care.

The elevator stops at our floor and I get her safely into the room and onto the bed. She passes out as soon as her head hits the pillow, and I’m half-tempted to rush right back out and find Thad and show him what my fist looks like up close. A few times.

But I remember how much Monterey and Luther are depending on me to do the right thing.

“Danger,” Monterey’s soft voice calls out. “Come here.”

I need to walk the straight and arrow, and even though I want to smash Thad’s face in, I won’t let him goad me into doing something I know I shouldn’t do. Like causing a scene.

Instead, I rush over to Monterey and remove her shoes.

“Lie with me.” She holds her arms out and her eyes are devoid of anything. Like she could be calling out to whoever is in the room, not just me.

I know if she were sober, things would be different. But yet, I can’t deny her. I can’t say no to her.

I lay on the bed on my back, wrapping her into my arms.

But, she’s feisty, and moves on top of me to where she’s straddling me, rocking her body back and forth over my thickening cock. “I need you right now, Danger.”

Fuck. How am I supposed to turn her away?

“Baby, I need you to go to bed right now.”

She runs the tip of her nose across my neck and it tickles the skin there. “No, I want you to have your way with me.”

My shaft grows harder, my body going from zero to sixty in an instant. My heart pistons in my chest, and I try to breathe through my nose and out my mouth to calm the fuck down. The similarity between racing and sex is horsepower, and it matters when you know how to use it. And I’m hung like a horse with a power unlike any other.

My core temperature is through the roof, and I don’t think anything will cool me off tonight. I could take the coldest of showers and it would do no good.

She rocks her body again, rubbing her heat over my hardness, and I think for one second I wish there were no clothes between us. There’s nothing more I want than to fuck the hell out of this woman. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, hands down.

But I can’t.

Even if she were sober I still couldn’t go there with her. Sure, I like to push her limits, test her resolve, take pretending this thing is real a bit too far. But, I can’treallyact on these urges.

These primal fucking urges.

She rocks against me one more time, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the lust for one second.

I push her off. “Monterey, you should probably get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“Come on. I know you sleep with just about anything that walks. And suddenly I’m not good enough.”

I want to tell her she’s more than good enough for the likes of me. “That’s not what this is.” She’s not like the normal revolving door of skanks that normally warm my bed, this woman is class and sophistication all rolled into one.

“Well, there’s many men who’d love to be with me.”

I don’t doubt this. “Monterey, you’re beautiful and smart. And believe me, I’d be a lucky son of a bitch to have you.”

She brushes her lips against mine. “Then have me, Danger.”

The offer is tempting.

It’s so fucking alluring.

I brush her hair off her shoulder. “Monterey, I do want you. I want you something fierce, like there’s a fire in my chest, raging and burning only for you.” I kiss her cheek. “But, I won’t do this to you when you’re drunk.”

She stands up, and she holds her hands up to her head, swaying just a little on her feet. “Whoa, I need to lie down.”

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