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That was the hardest and fastest I’ve ever made myself come—and it was all because of Theo.
A guy who I can barely stand.
But as I crawl under the covers, I silently admit to myself that’s no longer true.
I no longer despise Theo Thompson. I think I’m starting to like him.
And that’s the last thing I think about before I fall asleep.
Chapter8
Theo
Iblink as I stare into the darkness of my bedroom.
Okay, I definitely wasn’t hearing things. That was a buzzing noise.
I sit up in bed and strain to see if I can hear it better. It’s dead quiet for several seconds…and then it starts up again. It sounds like it’s coming from the other side of the house, maybe down the hall. Shit, is it coming from the kitchen? Maybe I forgot to turn something off. Or maybe Maya did. Or maybe one of the appliances is broken.
I hop out of bed and head for the door. When I open it, I stop dead in my tracks. There’s a soft moaning noise right alongside the buzzing sound.
I frown, confused as to what the hell that could be…but then a second later I notice the light spilling from the bottom of Maya’s closed bedroom door. That’s where the sound is coming from…
Oh damn, is she…playing with herself?
I keep my feet planted in my open doorway but stick my head out slightly and strain to listen. Yup, that’s the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. And yup, that’s the sound of Maya moaning.
For a second, I just stand there. I’m not gonna lie. It’s hot as fuck hearing her pleasure herself. My dick strains in my boxers as my imagination takes hold. I can picture her laying on her bed, that cascade of dark hair all over her pillows like spilled ink, eyes closed, chest heaving as she presses a vibrator to her pussy…
A moment later awareness hits. God, I’m a fucking creep. I’m standing here eavesdropping on what’s supposed to be a private moment.
I step back and shut the door as quietly as I can, then walk back to bed. My dick is at full mast, poking up through my bedsheets. Jesus, I belong on some sort of watch list. What kind of maniac gets turned on by invading someone’s privacy like I just did?
But then it dawns on me. Maya hasn’t spoken to me all day…not since she barged in on me when I was naked. Yeah, we had that talk afterward to clear the air, but I could tell she was still pretty flustered at what happened.
When I think about the moment she walked into my bedroom and saw me naked, I can’t help but smile. I was surprised to see her, but I was pretty amused too. For someone who supposedly hates my guts, she didn’t seem to hate looking at me.
I think back to how the shocked look on her face morphed into something else as she looked me up and down before zeroing in on my cock…it didn’t take long for me to decipher that new expression on her face.
Desire.
Maya liked seeing me naked. I’d bet anything she was turned on in that moment.
And maybe that’s why she’s in her bedroom right now, using a vibrator on herself…because she’s turned on. By me.
My skin is hot for a different reason now. Yeah, I probably sound like a cocky bastard when I admit just how good it felt to see Maya look at me that way—like she was undeniably pleased to see my naked body. But it’s the truth.
It’s no secret that I think she’s insanely hot. I always have, even though she’s hated my guts since the second she met me.
If I’m being brutally honest, that’s the whole reason why this feels so good. There’s just something really fucking satisfying when someone who openly loathes you admits that they actually like something about you—even if it’s something shallow like the way you look.
And hey, shallow or not, I’ll take the compliment.
That shame from earlier has dissipated, leaving behind intrigue and my now rock-hard dick.
I hold my breath and zero in on the buzzing-moaning sound still coming from Maya’s room.
Okay, so maybe I can’t say for certain that’s the reason she’s in her bedroom working herself over…but my cock certainly thinks it could be.
