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Chapters (25)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Tasha L. Harrison
  3. Epigraph
  4. Tomás
  5. Tomás
  6. Darcy
  7. Darcy
  8. Tomás
  9. Darcy
  10. Tomás
  11. Darcy
  12. Tomás
  13. Darcy
  14. Tomás
  15. Darcy
  16. Darcy
  17. Tomás
  18. Tomás
  19. Darcy
  20. Tomás
  21. Darcy
  22. Tomás
  23. Acknowledgments
  24. EXCERPT
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Darcy was the little spy at the door, hiding in the bedroom, watching me yank on my dick while daydreaming about touching her.

This was my fantasy. This was the exact scenario I’d imagined yesterday morning in that tiny airplane bathroom as it circled the airport. That she was watching me come for her because I only came for her. Only came when she wanted it.

I looked down at my dick. Still hard. Still in my hand.

There was a bottle of bath oil on the shower shelf. I grabbed it and poured a generous amount onto the tip of my dick. Turning to face the mirror, I could see her more clearly. She was still watching — a flush high on her cheeks, one long-fingered hand at her throat. Our eyes locked in that reflection. I bit down on my bottom lip to hide my smile and proceeded to give her a show.

One slippery tug with her watching already had me a lot closer to coming than I’d been a moment ago.

“Fuck, Darcy…” I whispered. “Is this what you want? To watch me come for you?” I shook my head and sighed. “I’ve been coming for you for years, hermosa…”

I may have imagined it, but I swear I heard her moan. A deep, primal, but distinctly feminine sound. Real or imagined, the sound made a shock of intense pleasure shoot up from my balls to the tip of my dick. Precum spilled over my fingers as I teased the tip in short, rough strokes, wanting to draw this out but needing to come now.

Now, now, now, I need it now.

Hesitantly, mostly because I feared that she left the moment I started talking to her, I glanced at the mirror again. She was still there, but her eyes were on my dick, and the look on her face… Fuck.

Her tongue darted out to swipe at her bottom lip, and just that tiny visual sent me right over the fucking edge.

“Shit,” I gasped, and she gasped, too, as my cum hit the glass shower door. My head swam a little, and I used my other hand to brace myself.

By the time I caught my breath, Darcy was gone.

Somewhat sated and infused with a newfound self-confidence, I finished up my shower.

My, my, my, how the tables have turned.