I get my own bedroom, but we have to share a bathroom, which means the entire time I’m getting ready for Mrs. Mar’s party, I have to think about Beau being on the other side of that door.
Naked and hard.
My hand slips, jamming my toothbrush into my gums. I wince. He’s probably not naked. He’s definitely still hard though. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about that. I can’t believe I let my libido get the better of me.
Then again, that orgasm was fantastic.
Handling him via blue balls is not smart, I think. But it was fun. I spit into the sink, rinse toothpaste from my mouth, and tell my body to stand down. If Beau is naked or waiting to get naked, it’s because I’m taking too long.
I hate how he’s playing stupid with me about the whole behaving himself thing. Hate. It. Beau Kent is a
