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I stood in the towel after the door shut and tried to remember how to breathe.
Charlotte had just asked me for meaningless sex.
No strings attached.
What did she fucking mean, no strings attached?
We were best friends. We saw each other every day. I had seen her pussy once and I could not get it out of my head. So how could she throw that out thinking there would be nothing tied to it?
A passionate night. A rule. Then breakfast like I had not been inside her.
Was this because she wanted my brother?
She wanted Marco. She had said he was cute. She would not mind dating him. We had the same blood. We resembled a bit. Was I the next best thing? The available Vescari. The one already in the hallway. The one she could sleep with and then act like things were back to normal between us? With Marco, she wouldn’t be able to do that. It would be difficult to sleep with him and then pretend everything was normal.
Damn it. I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to process everything that just took place in my room.
“Fuck.” I growled.
I had turned her down.
I had said it was not a good idea.
What the hell was wrong with me? I was the same one dying to taste her pussy for the longest time. It was the only thing on my mind. And she’d just offered it to me and what had I done? I’d turned her down like a fucking coward.
Fuck me, I wanted her.
My cock wanted to kill me for saying no. It was in excruciating pain, waiting for a release only she could give, and I had sent her down the hall while I stood here dripping, hard, and furious at myself.
I sat on the edge of the bed. The towel was a joke. I pressed my hand against myself and it did nothing except make it worse.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw her in the doorway, licking her lips, nervous, offering me the thing I had been jerking off to since Monaco.
I had faced the wardrobe like a coward. Because if I looked at her I would have said yes. I would have dropped the towel and put her on this mattress and ruined every rule I had left.
Best friends.
Sex will make things complicated.
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I had said that. I meant it. I also meant I was going to lose my mind.
wanted her so badly that my hands were shaking.
I got up. Sat down. Got up again. Walked to the window like the view could help me.
It could not.
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These hills had watched Vescari men make worse decisions than this and I was about to add one if I opened that door and went after her.
I put my palm on the glass and told myself to stay.
Stay.
Do not walk down the hall. Do not knock. Do not say I changed my mind with my mouth on her neck. On her breasts. On her pretty pussy.
Was it Marco she wanted? Dreaming about? Sexually frustrated over? He was back today and suddenly she needed sex.
Shouldn’t I be happy she came to me and not him?
The thought made me sick and then angry and then sick again.
If she wanted him, why come to my room in the middle of the night and ask for my body like a spare part?
She thought I could do her the way I did the others. Sex one night. Forget about it a few hours later.
She had no idea I had stood in her doorway and watched her fingers slip into her pussy and wanted to replace them with my tongue, and then my cock.
She had no idea the dirty thoughts I’d have of her in the shower right before she even entered the room asking for sex.
She thought I collected women like trophies and she was offering to be one more, and the insult of that sat next to how much I wanted to take the offer anyway.
I dragged on sweats. The pressure did not ease.
I could go down the hall.
I could knock and say I changed my mind.
I could tell her there were already strings attached because it was fucking her, not a stranger.
I still couldn’t believe she would ask for just one night of sex.
Just one night?
And where would that leave me for the rest of my life?
I could be in her room in ten seconds and I would not come back out the same man. I would not be gentle and I would not be smart and my mother would hear Charlotte’s screams because we would not be quiet. I
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would make her scream louder than any other woman I’d been with. I would fuck her for hours. I knew I would.
I took my hand off the handle.
I pushed myself back down and sat on the floor with my back to the bed and laughed once.
I had turned Charlotte down.
Charlotte. Who had asked me. Who had been brave enough to say it in this house?
My cock throbbed like a punishment.
“Fuck,” I said again, softer this time.
Tomorrow I would have to look her in the eye at breakfast and pretend I was the friend who had done the responsible thing.
Tonight I was just the idiot who had said no to the girl he couldn’t get out his fucking head.
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