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Even though I try to push the lust away, it’s still evident in my voice. “It’s no problem. I’ll leave a shirt on the bed for you while you shower.”

She stands on her tiptoes, leans all the way into me, and gives me a kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight.”

I speed away to not give in to my desire.

Staci deserves better. At least better timing for a first kiss and not on the night her ex-husband returns.

When I hear the spare bathroom door close, I grab one of my many white t-shirts that’s hanging in my closet and bring it to the spare bedroom.

I lay it on the bed and hurry back to my room, needing to put distance between Staci showering and myself.

Needing to get the blood flowing away from my nether regions, I strip and turn the shower water on cold.

It’s just the shock I need.

The cold water causes my dick to shrink almost instantly, and for once, I’m happy about it, but I don’t want to stand in the cold stream longer than necessary. I wash my body at record speed, but my mind betrays me.

As I imagine Staci lathering her delectable body in my shower, my dick hardens despite the cold water flowing down my skin.

As much as I want to take matters into my own hands right now, I don’t want Staci hearing after everything she’s been through tonight.

Willing my dick to stand down, I turn off the water and grab my towel. The sooner I can get to sleep, the sooner I can get Staci safely back to the studio.

The photoshoot may be hard as hell to get through. No pun intended.

I throw on a pair of lounge shorts and get into bed. Keeping my normal routine, I meditate for a few minutes and clear my mind.

Deep breaths and calm mind help calm the lustracing through my veins. When I am relaxed, I turn off my lamp and pull the cover over me.

Closing my eyes causes thoughts of Staci to creep back in.

Is she comfortable in my spare bed?

Does she feel safe being here?

Is she already asleep and dreaming of whatever her heart wants?

Knowing I will not get sleep anytime soon, I change into workout clothes and slip on my sneakers.

I sneak out of my room and head towards the back of the house to my makeshift gym that is in the sunroom.

Not hearing any sounds from the spare bedroom, I close the back door, flip on the lights, and turn my playlist on low.

If I can’t sleep, I might as well get a workout in.

I set the treadmill to a decent warm up pace to jog.

My music playlist helps distract me from my thoughts of Staci. The fast rhythm of the songs keeps my focus on jogging and loosening up my muscles.

Pushing the speed button, I set the pace to a run. The sound of my shoes making contact with the belt of the treadmill echo off the glass windows.

It’s hypnotizing and puts me in a trance-like state.

As the miles go by, my breathing becomes ragged and sweat forms on my skin. I spend thenext couple of minutes slowing the speed until I am walking.

Stopping the treadmill, I take off my shirt and use it to dry up some of my sweat. I drape it over the dumbbell rack as I make my way over to the weight bench.

The small squeak of the back door opening has me turning around.

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