I threw back the covers and padded through the dark living room to find my laptop. I couldn’t find my computer at first, and then I remembered I had left it in the kitchen. I had been on a quick conference call with my assistant as I put away my groceries.
I picked it up off the counter and turned to go back to my room, so I could watch TV in bed, but I stopped when I saw the light on in the apartment where Tommy was staying. Curious as to what he was doing, I moved closer to my window.
And gasped.
Tommy had just stripped off his shirt. Kind of like he had in my little fantasy minutes ago. But unlike my fantasy, I didn’t want to make the image disappear, and I didn’t step away either.
He turned, so his side was facing me, and I watched as Tommy pushed his shorts off. I gasped again. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
His muscular thigh flexed as he lifted his leg to pull his shorts from his foot, and I remembered how it had felt against the palm of my hand when we were at Addison and Maddox’s. It felt exactly how it looked.
Tommy spun around and faced the window. He walked toward it, and I only had a couple seconds to look before he closed the shade, but it was enough.
His dick was fucking huge.
I spun and threw my back against the wall.
Something was wrong with me. First, I had spied on Addison and Maddox and now Tommy.
I had never been a voyeur before, but it seemed like I was trying to hit a new world record.
“You need to get laid,” a voice that sounded an awful lot like Addison said in my head. “You need to find a man who fucks you like Maddox fucks me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. My brain was playing tricks on me.
No, it isn’t. It’s trying to tell you something, but you’re not listening.
My eyes popped open.
Could this fake Addison be right? Was I ignoring what my body was trying to tell me?
Tommy’s words came back to me about lying to myself.
I slowly ran my free hand down my body and paused when I reached my pajama shorts.
Just do it.
I slid my hand underneath and put it between my legs.
I was soaked.
My body was trying to tell me that I was horny, and I had been ignoring it. Not that I was surprised. I hardly ever masturbated, even in between relationships. I was usually too busy.
But being on vacation made it harder to push sexual thoughts—sexual frustrations—away.
I pulled my hand from my shorts and contemplated what to do.
Addison had said she’d invited me here to get laid by Tommy.
I mean…could I really do that?
“Screw it.” I set my laptop on the kitchen table, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and locked the door behind me.
11
Tommy
Knock, knock.
I set my book down and looked at my watch. It was way too late for visitors.
But I also wasn’t worried. Intruders rarely took the time to knock.
I pulled on the shorts I’d been wearing earlier and went to my door. “Who’s there?”
“Olivia.” She sounded scared.
I scrambled to unlock the door and pulled it open as fast as I could. “Are you okay?” I asked before I could even see her face.
She nodded. Then shook her head. Then nodded again. She laughed. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
I almost lost my train of thought as I noticed her nipples poking through her satin pajama top. Concentrate, Morelli. Something’s obviously wrong.
I stepped aside. “Come in.”
She slipped past me, and I swore I could smell her sex.
And now, I was getting hard with no shirt to cover my budding erection.
I cursed silently and stuck my upper body out my door just to make sure my stairwell was clear.
Everything seemed safe, so I closed my door and locked it. I crossed my hands over my now-apparent manhood, hoping that I wasn’t actually drawing attention to it. “What’s wrong?”
She wrung her hands. “Nothing’s wrong per se. But I think I want to answer your question.”
I wasn’t sure what question she was referring to. She couldn’t possibly be talking about…
“What did you mean when you said you’d never had sex like that? That question?”
“Yes.”
I raised my hands and immediately brought them back down. “Okay, it’s not that I’m not curious—because I totally am—but you seem to be a little wound up. It’s really none of my business, Liv. You don’t have to answer it. Not if it’s going to upset you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not upset. I’m amped up.”
“About what?”
“Just let me get this out, okay?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Okay.”
She began pacing back and forth. “I’ve never had sex like Addison and Maddox. It was so…hot.”
I sighed. I didn’t want her beating herself up because of what I’d said when I met her years ago. At least that took care of my cock standing at attention. Nothing like guilt to get that guy to go into hiding.
“Olivia, I’m sorry. I never meant to give you a complex.”
She stopped pacing and stared at me. “This has nothing to do with you, Tommy.”
Oh-kay. “Noted.”
“This has to do with what I saw this evening. The passion between the two of them…”
I dared to lift a finger. “Can I bring up one thing?”
“What?” She looked annoyed.
“They’re married. And very much in love. You can’t compare your relationships to what Maddox and Addison have because not many people have that. Not even other married couples.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and took a step closer. And another and another until we were almost touching. “You’re not listening.”
“I am, but I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.” Apparently.
She put her hands on my chest
