Page 53 of Guarded

Ari lifts her hand from my chest and places the back of her hand to my forehead. The touch is light, but it feels good. So good my dick twitches in response once again, uncaring about the time or situation. I look down to make sure he hasn’t made a public appearance and find that I’m only wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs.

And my dick has made an appearance. I reach for a blanket and throw it on me.

“What’s wrong? Are you cold?” Ari asks, concerned.

She untangles herself from under me and sits on her knees next to me. Her hands reaches out and she feels my forehead. Her lips purse to the side.

“I think your fever went down. How do you feel?” she asks.

She scoots closer to me to check my eyes. Her tits literally in my face and doing nothing for my aching cock.

“I’m fine. What happened?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Lucia was going to stay the night, and she started vomiting. I called Thalia to come get her, but then Thalia started throwing up on the way home, and then I heard you in here and found you on the bathroom floor. It’s like vomitgeddon, everyone in your club—” she continues to ramble on about every single person who contracted the stomach flu.

I look around the room and see empty bottles of Pedialyte, medicine, a thermometer, and empty soup bowls.

She looks exhausted. Her hair is up in a bun, and she’s wearing a matching pink silk camisole and short set. Had she been taking care of me? This fucking woman was taking care ofme?

“Wait, two days?” I interrupt Ari’s rambling and sit up quickly.

“Yeah. You were running a really high fever. That’s why I stripped you down.” She says, looking at my chest and then to the side, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

Fucking adorable.

“Um. I mean, I kept your boxers on.Te lo juro.I just needed to get you in the shower.” She says, biting on her bottom lip.

“You got me into the shower, Princess?” I ask her skeptically.

She wasn’t tiny for a woman, but I still had a good foot on her, not to mention I was well over 200 pounds. Smiling proudly, she flexes her muscles.

“I mean, I have been making gains.” She boasts, and a laugh escapes me.

Her eyes twinkle, and I have to fight the urge to flip her onto her back. Temptation lingers in the air between us. The mere thought of her wrapping her smooth legs around my back is too much.

I remove the blanket I used to cover myself and stand up. Her eyes roam over my body, dropping to the hardness in my briefs before she looks away again.

Fuck, I want her.

I want her so bad, and I needed to stop myself. Stop whatever was developing between the two of us. It wasn’t right.

I walk to the bathroom and run my fingers through my hair. I place some toothpaste on my toothbrush and lean into the doorframe, watching her as I brush my teeth. My dick is still as hard as a rock as I watch her clean up the dishes. She starts making the bed, bending down to fold the sheet into the mattress, and the fabric of her shorts lifts.

I can see the outline of her folds through the tight fabric. The under part of her ass cheek is on full display.

Malditas Tentaciones.

When I see her leave the room, I hear that good guy on my shoulder telling me to take an ice-cold shower. I tell him to fuck off per usual and follow after her. She stands at the sink washing the dishes, and I take light steps until I’m right behind her. She startles when I press the tip of my erection into her ass. I reach over her inert body and shut off the running water.

“What time do you have to be at work?” I whisper into her ear. I listen as she swallows before turning to face me.

“I called in since I wasn’t sure if you’d be better or not today.”

“You called in from work to take care of me?”

I push a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and lift her jaw. When her eyes find mine, I lower my lips to hers.

“Thank you.”