So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(228)

I have no willpower. I admit it. Good thing he doesn’t know or I’ll be screwed. Both figuratively and literally.

Having sex with Danny isn’t an option. I can’t be another condom wrapper at his feet.

I won’t.





Mo has no idea how fucking hard it is to keep my hands to myself. Her hair flows over my chest, tickling my belly when I breathe. I’ve been half-cocked since she showed up this morning, her hair tousled like she’d been made love to all night.

God, what I’d give to see how she’d look after I’ve had my way with her into the wee hours of the morning. Probably just like she looks now, only well- fucked, with her lips swollen from my kisses and from my cock pumping into her mouth over and over. Her pussy would be puffed-up too, soft and pink, from me sucking it, licking it, and finally pounding it. I bet she tastes like heaven.

Ah hell, now my dick is in full-on erection mode. I shift, trying to make sure she doesn’t see. She might up and leave if she does. Damn. I need a pillow or a blanket. Or to get laid.

No shit. That’s it.

I need to get laid so bad. I haven’t had a piece of ass since I kissed Mo. That was, what, two weeks ago? Jeez. I never go that long between fucks. It’s not natural. I wasn’t meant to be celibate.

I move the cherry bowl to cover my woody. Maybe she won’t notice it’s balanced precariously on something hard and long. A chuckle escapes my chest.

Her big, blue eyes pull away from the screen. “What’s funny?”

I run my hand through the softest hair on the planet. “Nothing, Sweets. Just had a funny thought; that’s all.”

When she digs into the bowl, scraping the bottom, she may as well be running her fingers over my cock. I shift again. The bowl falls to the side, spilling juice and a few cherries onto my lap.

She jumps up, grabbing the dish. “Oh no. Sorry.”

I stand and brush my pant leg off. My boner pushes against my zipper—big as fucking daylight. “No problem. I’ve been known to make a mess every now and then. There’s worse things than cherry juice on a guy’s crotch.”

She looks up, her eyes leveling on the stain covering my hardness. I suck in a quick breath. Please, don’t leave. Please. Just don’t leave.

I hold my breath. She leans her head back, her gaze slowly rising, eyes moving as she checks out my chest. Finally, she meets my gaze. She bites her bottom lip and swallows so hard I hear her.

She sets the bowl on the cushion and stands, backing to the door. “I’m just going to head—”

I step toward her, pleading. “No. It’s okay. It’s just a physical reaction. You’re hot as fuck and I want you. But just because I’m aroused doesn’t mean you have to leave, Mo. Please. Don’t go. Stay. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s not a big deal.”

She glances to the bulge behind my fly. “Looks pretty big to me.”

Blocking her path, I step in front of the door. When I flip the switch, light floods the room. Her blush covers her from her chest to her hairline, so bright she could be sunburned.

I hold up my good hand, trying to calm her. “I’m sorry. I am. I was ignoring it. You wouldn’t have even known if the bowl hadn’t spilled.”

“Don’t you think you’d be more—I don’t know—comfortable if I’m not here?”

“It won’t matter. Look. I know you don’t want me that way. I get it; I’m disgusting. But I want to be your friend.” And so much more.

She wilts. “You’re not disgusting. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. But, Danny, friends? Really?”

“I’d rather be friends with bennies, but I’ll take what I can get.” I shrug.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. Don’t you think?”

“Why? There are shit-tons of people who are just friends even if one or both are attracted to the other. Right? It happens.”

“Maybe, but do the guys run around like that all the time? How could they stand it, doesn’t it—like, isn’t there something about blue—oh, hell…” She looks away, her cheeks brighter than before.

I touch her arm. “Something about what?”

“Blue balls? Won’t you be miserable if you can’t keep that thing under control?”

It comes on out of nowhere, and I’m sure it’s the wrong time, but I laugh.

She props her hands on her hips. “You asked what I was talking about. Don’t laugh at me.”

I do my best to calm down. It isn’t working. She taps her foot, arms crossed.

I answer with as straight a face as possible. “Well, I can do a couple of things. I can get fucked somewhere else, since you obviously don’t want to help me out. Or I’ll just have to jack-off three or four times a day. I’ll probably get tendonitis in my good wrist, but it’ll be worth it.”