Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Table of Contents
- About This Book
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Preview of Love Unexpected
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
I finally do just before she pulls my suitcase out of the car. “I’m so excited you’re here! Mom and Dad are out so I’m the only member of the welcome wagon.” She grabs my hand and begins pulling me towards the door. “Do you want to go get something to eat? Or I can whip up something?”
I swallow and it shakes me to my core that I couldn’t care less about food in this moment despite the fact that I was starving no less than twenty minutes ago. No, the only thing I care about in this moment is getting to the nearest bathroom and fucking my hand.
“Sweetheart, I would love to take you somewhere for lunch.” I tell her. I use pet names for her all the time, but suddenly sweetheart feels… different. “But let me just change and use the restroom. I had a few Red Bulls on the way here, okay angel?”
Angel doesn’t feel any better.
My cock stiffens with every step as I make my way downstairs before I close the door and lock myself in the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror even though I don’t even want to look myself in the eye.
“What is happening to me?” I let out a breath. I just got laid a few days ago, it’s not like I’ve been going without sex. Why in God’s name am I this horny?
I look down at my cock that’s rising in my shorts and I know what I have to do. But I refuse to think about her. Absolutely not.
You sure about that? That asshole voice that is clearly at odds with my conscience speaks up.
I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard. It’s almost painful how badly I need a release. I pull down my briefs and look down at my hard cock that is already leaking semen from the tip. From a fucking hug? From Gab? In shorts?
She did look great though. Has she been working out? She’s always had a nice figure, but now it’s like her body is one of a supermodel. Her face flashes through my head and my cock twitches.
“James?” I hear her voice in my head.
“Nope. Go away, Gabrielle.” I growl, trying my best to think about the girl from a few nights ago. The girl—any girl from my office. My neighbor. Anyone.
Not Gabrielle.
My balls begin to tingle and I stare at my dick in confusion because it’s never had a mind of its own quite like this.
One time won’t hurt. No one will know.