Page 43 of My Silver Lining

“Have you ever done that before?” I asked, my voice low as I glanced over at her silhouette lit up the slightest bit from the sliver of light peeping through the opening of the curtains.

“Have I ever showered with a man while simultaneously giving myself an earth-shattering orgasm?” She didn’t hide her sarcasm. “No, I haven’t. Let me guess, you do it weekly?”

“No. I’ve never done that. And not touching one another was challenging.”

“I didn’t notice. I was fine just touching myself,” she said over a fit of laughter.

I sat forward and glared at her, even though she couldn’t see me. “You noticed. Your eyes never stopped staring.”

“What can I say? You’re pretty to look at.” She cleared her throat. “Go to sleep. We have to be on tomorrow.”

“I’m not tired now.”

She sighed. “If you go to sleep, I’ll flash you my boobs in the morning.”

“Deal.”

But now all I was doing was thinking about her boobs.

Her breathing slowed, and I knew she was asleep.

I counted down from one hundred to zero.

I counted sheep.

I counted pigs.

I counted forward and backward before sleep finally took me.

And I dreamed of perfect tits and hot water and a beautiful woman with honey-brown eyes.

A pillow hit me in the chest, and my eyes flew open.

“You need to get up. We’ve got to be downstairs for breakfast and the photo shoot in thirty minutes,” Lulu said, standing over me looking stunning. She wore a black lacy top that once again dipped low in the front, showing off her slight cleavage. She had baggy faded jeans and boots on. Her hair was pulled backin some sort of messy knot at the nape of her neck, with a few waves that were loose around her pretty face.

I pushed the covers back, and she gaped at me, which had me glancing down to see my eager erection had woken up before me.

“It’s morning. It’s perfectly normal,” I groaned as I sat forward.

“My God. I had no idea my boyfriend was such a horndog.” She chuckled. “Are you always like this?”

“No. Maybe it’s the fact that I showered with a naked woman who happens to have perfect tits, who, by the way, I wasn’t allowed to touch. And then I had to sleep a few feet away from her and not touch her.”

“We fly home tonight. This is almost over. Then you won’t have to see me until the wedding next week. You’re almost rid of me.” She placed her hands on her hips, and damn, this woman was so cute, I wanted to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed. “Now get dressed and make yourself charming and handsome and meet me downstairs.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes, Rafe. Last I checked, you know how to dress yourself. My mother sent a text that Francois wanted to speak to me.” She quirked a brow. “The gig might be up. He’s probably going to call me out. I’ll be better at playing the game and telling him he’s wrong if I’m alone.”

“Fine. I’ll be down in half an hour.”

Her gaze moved to my briefs once again, where my dick was pointing right at her. “Take a shower if you need to. Do not bring that thing with you to the photo shoot,” she said, waving her hand back and forth in front of my erection.

“My dick. You’d like me to leave him here in the room?” I walked toward the bathroom.

“I’d like you to stop being a baby about this and?—”

I closed the door before she could finish her statement. I wasn’t in the mood, and she was being cocky and unaffected, and I didn’t like it.

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