Owen lay sprawled across the bed, one hand lazily palming himself through his boxers, the other scrolling through old texts.
Jessica.
Those goddamn green eyes.
That giggle like she didn’t know what trouble she was inviting.
His c**k stiffened hard against his palm.
He shut his eyes and let the fantasy run wild — Jessica on her knees, Jessica riding him slow, Jessica gasping against his mouth like she needed it to f*****g survive.
A low grunt escaped his throat as he shoved his boxers down, fist closing tight.
He jacked himself rough and fast, picturing Jessica’s lips wrapped tight around him, eager and sweet and stupid.
The orgasm hit quick — brutal — flooding through him like a punch in the gut.
He gasped, chest heaving, coming hot across his stomach.
Panting, he grabbed the nea
