I cannot believe he left me without answering that question. I’m stuck waking up, not knowing why he didn’t answer. Does he like me? What time is it? Why does the sun seem so far over already? Why is he so confusing?

           I reach for my phone. Nine A.M.

           I feel like I slept okay, but I don’t want to get out of bed yet. My naked body rubbing against the sheets feels good, soft, and comforting. Why would I want to get up yet? Enjoy it! Or just glance at the book?

           Maybe I should read a part of the book? Just a small part.

           -Veronica's moans fill Anders's ears as he raises her leg above her head and twists her to her side. His cock expands inside of her as he releases.

           He throbs deep in her as her reddened face starts to lose feeling. She taps his hand, and he quickly releases his tight grip from her neck.

           Her ass ripples with each slam of Anders’s pelvis against it and her lower body spasms as she orgasms.

           Anders drops onto her body, his cock still throbbing deep inside of her but finally coming to a stop.

           Veronica runs her hand along her forehead, removing beads of sweat. “You’re mine, Anders. You’ve given me more pleasure than I could ever ask for, and I’m growing addicted to you. I’ve never orgasmed like that before.”

           Anders's rapid breaths brush against her neck as he lays next to her, his cock resting inside of her pussy. “And you’re mine, Veronica. I never thought I’d need sex so much in my life. And you’re teaching me things I’ve never known. Where did you learn all of this?”

           “Books, babe.” She smiles and points toward their small bookshelf. “There is so much I order offline. And honestly, there is so much I watch online too. I learn from those videos… a lot too.”

           She brushes her lips against his. “Your cock is still inside of me. How are you still hard? You came so fucking much.”

           Anders shrugs and steals a quick kiss from her. “How are you still wet? My tongue finished you before we started. You didn’t only cum, you orgasmed more than once. You should be tired and dry. Yet here you are eyes wide open, and your pussy still soaked.”

           She runs her finger down the middle of his face and to his chest. “And to think, we fucked this morning too. That’s only twice. Who knows. Maybe our bodies want it one more time. I know I can always go again.”

           “I don’t know, babe.” He says, trying to slide his body back, but she’s stopping him. “My cock is still hard, but it’s empty. I’ve got nothing left in me.”

           “Is it, though?” She questions playfully and quickly runs her hand to his balls.

           He tenses up, his tense face telling Veronica he’s still aroused. “Your hand is wrapped around my tight…”

           “Why are they tight?” She asks, interrupting him. “You’d think with how much you filled me they’d be loose.”

           His tight smile and tensed body only seem to arouse Veronica. Her hand caresses his balls, acting like she’s refilling his arousal while she slowly grinds her pussy on his cock.

           “Veronica.” He says softly, almost inaudibly. “I came inside of you less than five minutes ago. You’re not going to get me to do this again. I am bone dry.”

           “I’m not.” She says and grips his bottom lip with her teeth and grinds her body along with his thrusts. Her hands slide to his ass as they lay on their sides, pleasuring each other.

           “We just fucked.” Anders rasps while his cock slowly slides in and out.

           Veronica releases a soft whimper, quickly pressing her hands against his chest to lay him on the bed. “My turn, Daddy.”-

           “Harper!”

           Oh shit!

           “Noah?” I question wildly as I toss my phone onto my bed and remove my fingers from my clit. “What are you doing at my house? What are you doing in my room?”

           Thank God I have a fucking blanket over me.

           He lowers his head with a wide smile. “Remember last night when I said I’m decent friends with Loryn’s one-night-stand?”

           I nod, my heart pounding from the arousal tearing through my body like wildfire, and now the man I was just thinking of is standing at my door. “Yeah, I remember.”

           “He asked me to pick him up. I decided to come in and say hi. But it looks like you may be a little busy. Reading?”

           I swallow the arousal pouring out of me from that stupid book and fight my throbbing pussy and aching nipples while crossing my arms. “It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. It’s my room and I could be pleasuring myself for all it matters…” I pause, and my breath hitches. “I said that wrong. That’s not what I meant.”

           His lips curl into a sinister smile. “Is that what you’re doing in here? Rubbing one out?”

           “None of your business, Noah! And it’s not called ‘rubbing one out’. It’s called ‘soloing’ it. And again, it’s none of your business.”

           His smile and his demeanor are playful, and that scares me. No man is ever playful around me like this unless they are my boyfriend, and he is not my boyfriend. Far from it too.

           “Oh, come on, Harp. Are your fingers inside of you right now?”

           My eyes widen, and my wide-open mouth wants to smile, but I fight it back. “Noah! Listen! I know we are comfortable around each other, but that is none of your business. And you’re acting a little too comfortable.”

           He leans against the edge of the door, slowly and accidentally closing it. “I’ll leave if you want. But that’s part of our friendship. You’ve seen me naked, and you’ve watched me have sex…”

           “I’ve never watched you!” I argue. “I’ve read you having sex.”

           “I’m comfortable around you, Harp.” He argues again. “You know what I’m like naked. I can stop now. I’m being overly playful. But I had to tease you.”

           “Why?” I ask, still fighting my smile. “Why tease me?”

           He flashes his eyebrows. “Because it’s starting to seem like you’re the only person not getting laid. And seeing you lay there helpless while reading about me fucking my ex-wife. It’s slightly ironic and almost stalker-ish. And not to mention, it’s a turn-on.”

           “It’s a book,” I argue in a pleading tone. “Noah! You wrote the damn thing. I’m reading a book you wrote, thank you! It’s not stalker-ish. And what do you mean by a turn-on?”

           He gives me his ‘bullshit-look’. “Are you sure, though? It almost seems like you’d be stalking me. And it’s a turn-on that a beautiful woman such as yourself is pleasuring yourself to my book. Except…you’d almost have to sleep with me to get the full experience.”

           “Ha!” I roar in amusement. “Me, sleep with you? It’d be the other way around. You might be a pro at BDSN or whatever it’s called.”

           “BDSM,” He interrupts. “And I’m not a pro. Hell, I hardly liked it. She just kind of forced it upon me. And I lied. I like it a lot.”

           “Either way!” I argue softly. “I might be reading your book, but you’re the one standing in my room with what looks like an aroused lower area.”

           He glances down at the visible outline of his thick cock in his joggers, and I cannot lie, I’d go down on him if he was someone else…anyone else.

           A smirk forms on his face as he flashes his eyebrows. “That’s not hard. That’s normal. I’m not a grower. It’s just kind of always that size.”

           “Thank God,” I say, my eyes refusing to move from the sight of it. “I’ll give you credit, you’re not small. But women don’t want much bigger than that if bigger at all.”

           “It does.” He explains and grabs it with his hands. “It gets bigger, just not by much.”

           “I’m sorry,” I say in a confused tone. “You’re in my room because you’re here to pick up your employee-friend, and you’re actively touching yourself. Who’s the stalker now?”

           His smile fades, and it’s like he realizes I am right. “My bad. I’ll leave you be.”

           “No, wait,” I say, not understanding why I am stopping him. “You’re right. Your book twists my mind. And I can’t think straight while looking at you and that…that…thing between your legs.”

           “It’s called a nice cock.” He argues with a smirk. “What do you have underneath that blanket?”

           “I usually sleep naked.” I word vomit. “Damn it! I don’t know why I answered you.”

           He steps closer to the bed. “I’ll leave. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by trying to seduce you. Now that I know you’re naked, I cannot seem to stop trying to imagine what that looks like.”

           I’m conflicted. Every part of me wants him to see me naked, yet I’d love for him to leave too. “Noah. You’re not going to see me naked…Not now, at least.

           His smile grows. “I mean, you’ve seen me naked. And what do you mean by not now?”

           “No!” I argue. “I haven’t seen you naked. I’ve read your book.”

           “I’m an open book.” He adds. “I’ll show you my entire naked body right now. I don’t care. It doesn’t mean we are having sex. It doesn’t mean anything. I just know what I have is nice and I’m not afraid to show it. Especially to you.”

           I scoff playfully. “You wouldn’t.”

           He’s quick to slide his joggers down, his thick and inviting-looking cock bounces out and swings. “I would.”

           “Holy shit, you did!” I gasp, tilting my head. “It’s flaccid yet hard. How? And does it just slide in like that or do you?”

           Oh my God!

           “Why am I asking questions? Put it away!” I say, realizing I am enjoying this too much. “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?”

           He chuckles. “I still have to take my shirt off, so you see the rest.”

           I raise my hand, trying to block the view of his cock but…oh! Who am I kidding? I’d slide my mouth on that thing!

           I shake my head. “Just because you are showing me your body doesn’t mean I’ll show you mine.”

           He flashes his eyebrows again and quickly slips his shirt over his head. “I never said you had to show me you. I never said we had to do anything. I just said I’d show you mine. You’re one of the only girls in the world I feel comfortable around, so why not?”

           I swallow, my heart pounds a little faster, and my body is alerting me that I am aroused. But I was aroused before he came in here. I was wildly aroused.

           “And you’re not trying to seduce me?” I question softly.

           He shakes his head, stepping closer to me, his cock setting a hunger inside of me.

“Nope.” He smiles, “I told you. I’m not trying to sleep with you. This is me saying I’m not afraid to show my body. But if you ever did try to sleep with me, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.”

           “Why not?” I ask, slowly sliding the blanket off me. “And maybe I’m willing to show you part of me.”

           “I couldn’t control myself because you’re hot and you’re…you. You are not a girl who’s actively trying to seduce me, and you like me for me, not my book. And again, you have no clue how many men want to throw themselves at you.”

           “Really?” I say, sitting up further. “You’re trying to tell me how attractive I am while standing butt-ass naked in my room. That sounds like you’re trying to…”

           “Nuh, uh, uh.” He interrupts me while waving his finger. “I’m naked, just showing you what I have. I’m not actively trying to sleep with you. But I am saying I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you tried to seduce me.”

           “How’d we get here?” I ask, sitting up and allowing the blanket to drop, and revealing my breasts.

           His eyes widen. “Wow. That’s impressive. I honestly didn’t know your body was that nice.”

           What am I allowing?