Prince Albert(118)

"Cock?" I shrug. "I thought it might help you visualize me better when you're touching yourself, darlin'."

"I don't visualize you at all, thank you very much," she says.

"No?" I ask, reaching up to move a strand of hair off her shoulder. My hand grazes her collarbone, and I lean in close to her, my mouth near her ear. "Well, I think about you."

When I pull away, she looks at me, her mouth open slightly. "Gaige, I –"

"I know," I say. "We have to keep it professional."

Her expression shifts and she runs her hands down the sides of her skirt. "Professional. Yes. Exactly. We're friends. I'd like to stay friends."

"So you don't want to hear what I've thought about you, then."

"No. Definitely not."

I lean close to her, my lips near her ear. "Then I definitely won't tell you that I've thought about running my fingers along the inside of your thigh, until I reach that little crease at the top, near your pussy."

"Gaige –" She says my name, protesting, but it's weak, and she doesn't move away. I slide my hand around her waist, to the small of her back.

"I definitely won't tell you that I've thought about the expression you'd make when I touch my fingers to your pussy lips for the first time."

"No," she says. "Don't."

But she doesn't move. I pull her tight against my growing hardness, and she puts her palms on my chest. I'm not sure if she's about to push me away or not. She doesn't look at me, and I speak softly again close to her ear. "I definitely won't tell you that I've thought about how warm and wet you'd feel, how slick you'd be as I slide my fingers inside you."

Delaney makes a sound in the bottom of her throat, something like a mix between clearing her throat and a moan. "You can't say –"

"I'm not saying anything, Delaney," I say. "Certainly not that I've thought about how you'd look riding my face."

Now she looks at me, her eyes wide. "You can't say things like that."

"Things like how I want to hold your hips down against me while you sit on my face and come on my tongue?" I whisper.

Delaney breathes in, her chest rising sharply. I can see the faintest hint of cleavage from the top of that button-down shirt she wears. There's something about the way she keeps herself entirely covered up that makes it almost as revealing as if she were standing here naked in front of me. "Yes," she says softly, her voice breathy. "Like that."

"Then I won't say any of those things." I let go of her, and step back, despite the fact that my cock is throbbing, my erection pushed so tight against the front of my jeans that it's painful. I'm so hard I'm going to explode. "But I'll think about them next door."

She does that thing with her forehead again, and scrunches up her nose. "What?" Her breath is still short, and she's standing there, with her fingertips on her lips. I need to get the hell out of here before I change my mind and rip off her fucking clothes right now.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that," I say. "While you were at work today, I moved in to the room next door."

Her eyes go wide. "You did not."

I smile broadly, and lean in close to her again. "I did. So I'll be close by. In case you ever decide you need some…relief. In fact, if it helps, know that I'll be next door thinking about you when I come."

I don't wait for her response before I leave her room, shutting the door behind me.





CHAPTER TWELVE

DELANEY



I'm standing here in my room, staring at the closed door like an idiot. As if none of that just happened. As if the throbbing between my legs is nothing.

Gaige is next door, with his hand on his cock, thinking about you.

Gaige's bedroom door closes, and I hear him moving around his room. These walls are paper-thin. I can't believe Gaige had the balls to move from the guesthouse to the main house – and not just the main house, but the room next door – just to mess with me. There are twelve bedrooms in this house, and Gaige picked the one next to mine.

He definitely wants to mess with you.

I'm not sure whether I'm more turned on or irritated. After his trip to Vegas with Chelsea and God knows how many other girls – I can only imagine the number – Gaige has the balls to stand here, pressed up against me, telling me what he wants to do to me.

The really filthy things he wants to do to me.

He has absolutely zero shame.

You're the one who put condoms in his room. The thought flashes in my head, and I quickly try to push it aside.

I wonder if he's actually jerking off in his bedroom. He sure didn't fake the erection that was pressed up against me when he pulled me close to him.