“My idea is simple,” she went on, her voice so quiet he wasn’t sure for a minute that she was talking to him. “You keep one arm up like it is on the doorframe. Use the other to jerk yourself off in your sweats. You do not get to take your dick out.” Her gaze darted up to his face and then back down to the floor before she turned the rest of the way around. “I’ll just listen. We’ll never talk of it again. But only if you agree. No pressure, Nash. Go back in your room and close the door, and we’ll act like this never happened at all. I mean it.”

He had absolutely no doubt of her sincerity or her nerves. She was giving him an out—and an opportunity. He didn’t have to think twice about which one he was going to take.

“Chelle.”

She stilled immediately. “That’s a no, then.” She mumbled something to herself that sounded a lot like “what did you expect, Michelle” and looked over her shoulder at him, her gaze landing everywhere but on him. “No worries. I shouldn’t have—”

“That was absolutely not a no, Chelle.” He loosened the string at his waist and shoved his hand down, gripping his cock like a man holding on for dear fucking life.

Heat blazed in her eyes as she watched him for the count of five before turning back around and saying in a voice more high-pitched and shaky than usual, “You have to stroke it.”

As if he didn’t already know that.

“I know how to get myself off,” he said as he shuffled his hand up and down his dick, slicking the wetness on the head down the shaft in the process, one more sign that he was not going to last long.

“Kind of annoying when someone tells you your own business, huh?” she teased, as if trying to take some of the tension out of the situation.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. He liked the tension. Wanted it. Craved it.

“Is that what this is?” he managed to get out while he fucked his hand and stared at the way her round ass pushed against her sleep shirt. “A lesson?”

She shook her head, making her hair move over her shoulders, and he had a vision of roping the long, dark strands around his hand as he fucked her from behind, in front of a mirror. He could see the way her ass would bounce and how her tits would shake and the sweet sight of her mouth half open as she told him to fuck her harder.

He nearly came right then but caught himself just in time, wanting to extend the pleasure of this.

“It’s not a lesson, Nash,” Chelle said. “It’s positive reinforcement. Associating something that feels very, very good with new behavior—in your case, listening to someone else.”