Page 19 of Pinky Promises

I grab the box, shut the drawer to avoid any more temptation, and open the lid to verify it’s in there. I am staring back at a gorgeous blue diamond pendant to match her bridesmaid’s dress.

I carefully set it down on the top of the nightstand and grip the back of my neck. It would be crossing the line to open the drawer back up and take another look at what I saw, right? Maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Doing something like that doesn’t really sound like something my best friend would do, but perhaps therearethings I don’tknowabout her.

I look around the room for no particular reason since I know I’m alone and carefully open the drawer once more. The black photo album with the sexy image of Brynn on the cover stares back at me.Yep, it wasn’t a dream.

I am so going to hell. Since I have a first-class ticket, I might as well make the journey worth it. I sit down on the bed and open the book.Holy fucking shit.I flip through the pages, not recognizing the brunette bombshell in these images. The sultry look in her eyes, the seductive smile, the nibbling of her lip as she looks directly in the camera. My cock strains against the zipper of my pants. No, sorry, buddy, I definitely cannot whip you out right now. It’s one thing to jerk off to visions of her in my mind but to whip it outin her room, on her bedto her sexy photos—that’s a whole new level of fucked-up.

I’m staring at the image on the last page with my jaw on the floor. Brynn is sitting on a bed wrapped up in a white comforter. I can’t tell if she’s fully naked, but there are no undergarments visible in the image. My phone buzzes, and I jump, dropping the book onto the ground. I look around, waiting to find a blinking light with a security camera that I know isn’t there.

I fumble to retrieve it and reach for my phone beside me. “He-hello.” I try to even out my breaths as if I wasn’t just caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Dude, what are you doing? We’re downstairs waiting. The limo is double-parked out front.”

“Shit, sorry. I had to do something for—” I begin to say for Brynn but think better of it. The last thing I need for the two-hour ride is for the guys to tease me about my balls being in a vise by a girl I’m not dating. “You know what, never mind. Sorry, I’ll be right down.” I hang up, place the book back in the drawer, and try to rearrange the items so that it’s not a dead giveaway that I was in here. Not that I think Brynn would take notice. I’m not taking any chances with something like this.

As I lock up the apartment and head down to the lobby, visions of those images of Brynn burn themselves into my brain. How can I ever look at her the same again and not have my dick rock hard, even more than usual, knowing those pictures of her exist.I am so fucked.

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