Love, Lies, and Lattes by Karen Cimms

Author:Karen Cimms [Cimms, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 37

Aiden

I slammed the bedroom door shut behind me as I stormed toward the master bathroom in search of relief.

What the fuck, dude?

I was sporting an erection so hard it was painful. I tugged down my zipper—carefully—then dropped my pants and kicked them halfway across the room. I climbed into the shower before the water was even warm.

A cold shower. That’s what I needed. Something that would wash away the image of Franky cold and wet, in nothing but a soaked towel pressed against her skin, looking up at me, helpless. Even more helpless than she’d been yesterday, when I’d practically kidnapped her so I could take care of her.

What. The. Fuck. Dude?

Who had I been trying to convince all this time that anything more than friendship was a bad idea? Because the way it was looking right now, with an eager one-eyed trouser snake staring up at me, I was pretty sure it was me who needed a good talking to.

I pressed my palms against the blue glass mosaic tiles and rested my forehead between them, forcing myself to take deep breaths, to think about something else. But it was impossible. Instead of cold, hard glass, the memory of soft, warm skin filled my head. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed that ass before. But to have my hands wrapped around those perfect round globes, my fingers a hairsbreadth away from that hot, wet center? So close I could feel her heat?

I turned the water temperature down until I began to shiver, but it was no use. If I didn’t relieve myself, I’d never make it through the next few days. With Franky sleeping down the hall, curled up on my sofa—or damn, in my bed again.

So I did what I had to. I gave in to all the thoughts I’d tried to avoid since the day Franky Marchesi had almost killed me.

***

I had just stepped out of the shower, feeling only slightly less combustible, when the doorbell rang. Probably the groceries. If no one answered this time, I’d have to find a new provider.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the hall in time to see the top of Franky’s head disappearing as she inched her way down the stairs.

“Freeze!”

Her body did, but that mouth of hers didn’t take orders.

“I’m trying to get downstairs so I can answer the door.”

I was relieved to see that at least she was going down on that glorious ass of hers instead of trying to maneuver with the crutches.

Stop thinking about her ass!

I dashed down the steps past her and into the foyer. “Wait there until I get the door, and then I’ll help you down the rest of the way.”

“I don’t need any he—”

The look I gave her was enough to get her to not only stop talking but stop moving.

Ice-cold air wrapped around me the moment I opened the front door, shrinking my balls into raisins. Fuck, it was cold.

“Thanks for coming back, man. I appreciate it.”

The delivery guy wiped his feet aggressively on the doormat before stepping inside.

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