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I had to remind myself that I had felt a spark earliertonight, even if it hadn’t panned out. That meant I could find it again. I justhad to keep looking.

Even if my mind had no idea what to do with that thought.

Chapter 4

Leo

My alarm blasted in my ear, and I winced, reaching for myphone to shut it off. I would have loved to hit snooze and sleep for a few morehours, but that wasn’t happening today. I needed to head to work and meet withmy next client.

I rolled out of bed, stretching my arms over my head as Iarched my back, telling myself that I needed a better mattress. I was an adultnow. I should own a mattress I chose for quality rather than buying thecheapest one.

I turned to make the bed so I wouldn’t forget to do it.

It had been ingrained in me at an early age that if you madeyour bed before you even fully opened your eyes, it would be done for the restof the day. And while some kids might’ve gotten away from that idea, I likedsliding into smooth sheets after a long day. It might not be what most peoplethought when they saw me, but whatever. I had quirks and idiosyncrasies.

I made my way to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, took care ofmy business, then stepped into the shower, all while mostly sleepwalking.

I wasn’t a morning person. I preferred late nights andwatching the sunrise from the opposite end, but sometimes my schedule didn’tallow for that.

The water heated, the glass walls of my shower steamed, andI slowly woke up, promising myself that I had a cup of coffee waiting for me assoon as I got out.

I didn’t know why I was so groggy, or why everything hurt.Well, maybe I did. I hadn’t been able to sleep thanks todreaming about a certain woman.

Someone who wanted nothing to do with me. Whom I hadpromised to stay away from.

I cursed under my breath as images of her hit me again.

It was probably wrong to think about her like this, but itwasn’t like I was going to do anything about it. She was only a dream—a figmentof my imagination. I cupped my balls, gripped my dick, and slowly slid my handup and down my length.

My cock ached, and I continued stroking myself, imaginingMay’s hands on her pert breasts and how she would moan for me as I slid deepinside her.

She would wrap her legs around my waist, and I would fillher before we both moved, me pounding into her as we each tried to get closer.

She would scrape those pretty little nails down my back, andI would grip her hair, clamping my mouth down on her neck to nip, bite, andlick.

I would wrap my lips around her nipples and suck until theywere the color of bright red cherries.

She would come for me, clamping around my dick as both of usgroaned in completion.

The water slipped over my back, and I shouted, coming intomy hand and against the shower wall, just the thought of May riding me until welost our minds sending me over the edge too quickly.

I hadn’t even let the water grow cold before I came in myhand like a teenager. All while thinking of a woman who would never be mine.

I blushed, then quickly finished my showerand got out, wrapping my towel around my waist.

I leaned against my counter, cursingand calling myself all kinds of a fool. Because I shouldn’t think of May thatway. She was a friend. Or someone who could be a friend. And how was I supposedto face her when I imagined what her nipples would look like? Wondered if theywould be large. Pale. Dark. Little red berries begging for my mouth.

It didn’t matter in the end. Because all that mattered wasthat I wanted to know what her cunt tasted like. Ifshe was honeydew or strawberries. Peaches and cream. But I was not allowed toknow those things.

The guys had warned me off her, and for a good reason. Oneshould not date within their group of friends. Things got sticky.

I’d seen that firsthand when Lake and Nick first starteddating. Sure, everything had worked out for them. But what if things had goneto hell?

The two of them owned a damnbusiness together. If they had truly broken things off like they tried to,things would be insane. It would be awkward as hell and hurt more than justpride.

While my connection to May was complicated, it didn’t makesense for me to take a step that could have lasting consequences. So, I toldmyself that this morning was the last time I would give myself an orgasm whilethinking of Leif’s nanny.

I shook my head, then got ready for my day. I made the cupof coffee I’d promised myself, then picked up another, as well as some for myfriends as I walked past the coffee shop and into Montgomery Ink Legacy.