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Sleeping in her bed while pressed up against her hadn’t been in the plans, of course, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not that it was a gift. It couldn’t be.

Of course, as I got into the shower, my cock had a different idea.

Everything was fine. I wasn’t going to think too hard about it. I would just go with the flow.

It was okay to do this once.

I quickly soaped myself up and grabbed the base of my cock, giving it a squeeze before sliding up and down my length.

I imagined Amelia in with me, those firm tits of hers wrapped around my cock as I slowly slid between them, the tip resting against her plump lips as I did.

I’d thrust slowly, one, two, three times. And then her lips would part, and her tongue would dash out, licking the seam.

I had to hold myself back at merely the thought of that warm mouth enveloping me.

And then she’d open her mouth more, and I’d slide my cock between those two tits a little harder, right into that open, accepting mouth.

She’d hum along my length, swallowing me deep down into her throat. I’d be too big for her, so she’d have to wrap her hands around the base, squeezing me as she bobbed her head. But then I would take control. I’d wrap her long hair around my hand and tug. She’d wince at the slight pain, but then she would get wet because of it. She’d moan, opening her jaw a bit more so I could properly fuck her mouth, sliding down her throat as she took more of me. Wanted more. She’d dig her fingernails into my thighs and my ass, begging for more of my cock.

And just as I was about to come, I’d pull out completely, bend down, pick her up by the thighs, and slam her onto my cock—one quick thrust that would send us both into orgasm.

And then I’d keep her on me, set her on the ledge I built into my shower, and I’d pump in and out of her, hard and fast until we both came, the water going cold around me.

Simply the idea of it, of her lips on mine, on my cock, of us touching, had me coming, my balls tightening as I spurted all over the shower wall. The water grew cold around me, like in my fantasy, and I quickly washed up, cleaning the wall as I did.

I hadn’t come that hard by myself in a while, and it was a little disconcerting. But that was fine. Everything was okay.

I finished my shower and dried off, knowing that I had to hurry if I was going to make it to work on time. I looked down at my phone, hoping that Amelia had texted saying that she was okay or something. Not that I wanted Amelia to text me. She wasn’t going to text me. Why would she?

Instead, I saw that I had a missed call from someone. Someone from my past that I hadn’t seen in a while.

Interesting. I hadn’t seen Melinda in a few years, and I wondered what she wanted.

I knew she had moved to the other side of the city a while ago, and we had called it quits after a few nights together. It hadn’t been serious, but it had been fun.

She hadn’t been for me, and I sure as hell hadn’t been right for her.

I shrugged since she hadn’t left a message. I figured she would probably text if she really wanted something.

No need to worry. I had other things on my mind. And the main one had to be work. Something I loved.

It couldn’t be Amelia. It really couldn’t and shouldn’t be Amelia Carr.

Chapter 5

Amelia

On a listof the top ten most embarrassing events of the past week, I wasn’t sure where I’d rank the thing with Tucker versus the one with Tobey. Both were at least a seventy, but which was worse?

Showing the goods and professing my love for my best friend only to find out that he didn’t love me at all?

Or getting so drunk that I nearly puked on my brother’s best friend before getting naked in front of him by accident and then practically sleeping on him for the whole night before calling him by another man’s name?

Which was worse?

There really wasn’t an answer.

Because they were both horrible. And I didn’t want to face any of it.