Sweet Invitation!

I leaned closer to the door, my palm flat against it, feeling the warmth radiating from the room.

'You sure? Sounded like you might need something.' God, I sounded **** even to myself, but her presence was intoxicating, stirring emotions I hadn't felt in years—protectiveness twisted with lust, the thrill of the taboo making my pulse race.

She laughed quietly, a husky sound that sent heat straight to my groin.

'Aw, worried about me? That's sweet. But really, I'm good. Go back to bed... unless you want to come in and chat.' The flirtation was subtle, playful, but it hit like a spark, igniting the desire I'd been fighting all night. I could almost feel her warm breath seeping through the door, imagine her lips parting as she spoke, her green eyes gleaming with that knowing mischief.

My cock hardened fully now, pressing against the fabric of my boxers, a bead of pre-cum dampening the front. The tension thickened, coiling tight in my chest, every nerve alive with the urge to twist the knob and step inside, to see her flushed and wanting, to explore that secret bulge I'd glimpsed earlier.

What would it feel like, her body against mine—soft curves and something harder, forbidden, pulsing with need? The thought made my breath hitch, emotions surging: guilt for betraying Steve's trust, excitement at the unknown, a deep ache for connection in this shared space.