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My body tenses, and I study the perimeter.
I’ve got a job to do.
7
THATCHER MORETTI
Steam risesin security’s small townhouse bathroom. Hot water soaks my hair, beads of liquid dripping off my eyelashes, and I press a firm left hand against the tiled shower wall. My right hand grips and strokes my long, hard length.
Should be taking a cold shower, but denying myself a release is a worse idea. I’m used to long-stints without sex, even before I became a bodyguard. But I can’t go that long without shooting a load. On deployments, jerking off in a quiet porta shitter was the highlight of some days.
Now I’ve upgraded to a shower. One tall enough where I don’t need to hunch.
Eyes snapped shut, I fixate on the feeling that I crave. Nerves lit, muscles contracted in searing bands—I quicken my pace. Back-and-forth friction of my hand against my throbbing cock heats up every inch of my body.
Come.
Come, already.
An aroused grunt rakes my throat, straining my neck. Jaw aching as I grit my teeth down.
My mind is blank. Just in the present. Until an image pops up in my head. In strong waves, I’m thrusting my erection between her trembling thighs.
She’s clung to me on a mattress. Her legs trying to find support while I feed into her pleasure. I rock deeper inside her soaked warmth that tightens around my cock. And I watch orgasm after orgasm ripple through her body.
I see her clearly.
Brown wavy hair, frizzed pieces caressing freckled cheeks.
Long lashes that shade glimmering, overcome blue eyes.
“Thatcher,” she gasps.
Fuck.
Instantly, my eyes break open and I freeze. My hand is immobile on my rock-hard dick, veins pulsing with one desire.
“Get it the fuck together,” I growl under my breath and slam the side of my fist at the tiled wall.
Come on. Don’t go there.
Un-fucking-professional doesn’t even come close to what this is. Every time I jack off, I picture myclient.And I don’t have thirty minutes to fuck around. I need a quick release, and if I keep blue-balling myself when I’m on the edge, I’m going to leave myself pent-up and agitated all day.
I have to just ride whatever comes to mind. I’ll do some deadlifts later. Say a few Hail Marys. Try not to feel like shit.
But right now, I go with the moment.
Deeper breath, I kick-start the friction of my hand to cock.
And I try again.
I’m back thrusting.
Into her.
She gasps like she’s melting inside hot euphoria. High-pitched, pleasured noises jolt out of her parted lips. “Thatcher, Thatcher!” Sweat beads around her perked nipples.
Tears squeeze out of her eyes.
