Page 80 of Breaking Hollywood

I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it.

“We can’t…my foot,” I say.

“Oh. Would it hurt if we…” She leaves the words hanging.

I nod in response.

It’s not a total lie. It does hurt every time I come when I jack off to thoughts of her, and it would probably hurt even more if I fucked her, but it would be more than worth the pain.

That’s not why I stopped.

I stopped because I can’t fuck someone I pay a salary to.

I just can’t.

But, because I’m a masochist and I just can’t help myself, I kiss her one more time.

Just one more taste.

I softly kiss her. Loving the moan that hums from her mouth.

Then, I force myself to stop.

I pull back and wrap my arms around her. She snuggles into me, her head resting on my chest.

I press a kiss to her forehead. “Night, Speedy,” I whisper over her skin.

“Night, Hoppy.”

I smile at her use of that stupid nickname, and then I stare up at the ceiling, knowing I won’t get a second of sleep for the rest of the night.

Not after that. Not with her lying in my arms. And definitely not with me hating on myself for being so fucking weak.

A rule I’ve stuck to for close to a decade, broken, because I’m so desperate for this woman.

Well, at least I didn’t fuck her. So, I guess I have that.

But I have to stay away from her from now on.

Says the man who still has her in his arms.

Tonight. I’ll have tonight, and then tomorrow, things will go back to how they were.

She takes care of me while I’m stuck with this fucking thing on my leg, and I pay her a wage for doing so.

I’ll go back to jacking off to thoughts of her. I’m definitely going to need to jerk off after this. The chafing on my dick will be immense.

But there will be absolutely no more touching and definitely no more kissing while she works for me.

End of.

Ava

I wake to find Gucci lying asleep where Gabe was last night.

I glance at the clock to see it’s nine thirty. It’s not like me to sleep this late.

Sleeping with Gabe must have done it. I’ve never been so comfortable as I was last night. Helps that his bed is the most comfortable bed ever, but it was him. Being with him. In his arms.