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Hell, I knew it when I came up with the asinine idea, but I didn’t shut it down. No, I bore down and pretended that I hadn’t made the mistake of a lifetime by even thinking I could do this shit without fucking everything up.

Maybe there was a piece of me that actually believed I could pull this shit off, that I could teach her a thing or two about the dos and don’ts of sex, and send her on her way. But I’d barely stepped into her apartment when I realized I was fucked.

Not because of the mouse.

Not because of the stupid lesson that really didn’t go anywhere.

But because of the way my cock sprang to fucking life the second I saw her in that damn nightie. Because it took all I had to carry her to the kitchen counter and not the bedroom. And the icing on the cake was the way her eyes lit up when I mentioned how good she looked in her workout clothes.

It was out. I’d basically told her that I’d been watching her for God knows how long, and she wasn’t upset about it. If anything, she seemed to be pleased with the idea. Fuck me. Was it possible that she knew something was up? Or was it worse, and she was feeling the same pull that I’d been feeling for months?

Either way, I was fucked. And not just a little.

I was bend me over and call me Betty kind of fucked, and the worst part was I knew how to fix it. I needed to end these secret meetings with Emery. It was the only practical thing to do, but I wasn’t ready to do that. Not just yet. I told her I would help her, and that’s what I was going to do.

But I was going to need to take the edge off, or I wouldn’t stand a chance. I needed a drink, a stiff one, so I drove straight to the clubhouse. When I walked into the bar, the place was buzzing. Several people were playing pool while others drank at the back tables.

I ignored all of them and went straight for the bottle of bourbon. I poured myself a shot. Then another. Neither of them did a damn thing. I let out a long, deep breath, and my sights landed on Chasity, one of the club girls sitting at the other end of the bar.

She was pretty, with brown hair and dark eyes, a nice figure, and a willing smile. I told myself she was just what I needed to take the edge off, so I stood, walked over, held out my hand, and just like I expected, she took it without hesitation.

I didn’t say a word as I led her down the hall to my room. This didn’t mean a thing. I just needed a distraction, a way to get Emery out of my damn head, and then I’d be right as rain. Or so I thought.

I opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind us. She looked up at me, and the second her dark eyes met mine, I knew this wasn’t going to work. There was only one set of eyes that I wanted looking back at me, and they were green.

I pictured her standing in front of me with that blanket wrapped around her and that green nightie peeking out beneath it. I swore under my breath, and Chasity placed her hand on my arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” I took a step back. “But you should go.”

“What?” Her brows furrowed. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, this was all on me.” I ran my hand over my face, trying to ground myself as I told her, “I’ve got some place I gotta be.”

“I thought you wanted some company.”

“I do. Just not yours.”

She looked confused and maybe a little wounded, but I didn’t bother trying to explain. I walked out of the room, down the hall, and straight out the back door, ignoring the looks from the brothers as I climbed back on my bike. I turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

I needed the road, the wind, something loud enough to drown out the thoughts in my head, so I sped through the front gates and toward the back roads. I hoped the deep curves and long stretches would be enough to get my mind off Emery and her smile and how badly I wanted to touch her.

Sadly, the long drive didn’t help. If anything, it gave me too much time to think. By the time I pulled up to the house, I was wound up even tighter than I was before. I killed the engine, and as soon as I was inside, I pulled off my cut and headed straight for the bathroom.

I turned on the hot water and started peeling off my clothes. As soon as the room started to fill with steam, I stepped into the shower and closed my eyes, letting the warm water beat against my shoulders. I tried to push all thoughts of Emery and that damn green nightie out of my head.

It didn't work.

Of course it didn't.

After a while, the tension in my shoulders started to ease, but sadly, my cock was still throbbing. It didn’t help matters that every time I closed my eyes, I would see Emery with that heated look in her eyes, and I’d grow even harder.

I couldn’t take it any longer, so I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my cock, gripping it tightly as I moved my hand up and down my thick shaft. My breath quickened as I imagined Emery in my arms. Her body close. Her breasts pressed against my chest.

One thought led to another, and it wasn’t long before I was imagining her in my bed, writhing against my cotton sheets. I could almost hear all her little whimpers and moans echoing through the room as I fucked her long and hard.

Everything about her had me spiraling more and more out of control.

The erotic blush of skin. Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled. Fuck. That’s all it took. My breath caught, and I came long and hard. Afterward, I stood under the water until it ran cold. I dragged my hand through my wet hair and shook my head.