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MORTON

At first, I thought it was my imagination. One could hear all kinds of noises woven into the racket the train was making. But when I sat up and listened, I heard it clearly.

A cry came from behind the wall. I shot up on the bed, putting my laptop aside. What was happening? Did Jamie hurt himself?

I was ready to bolt to his bedroom when another cry made me pause.

That didn’t sound like pain. It was… rhythmical.

“Ah. Ah. Aah!”

Just like that, my dick was throbbing in my pajama pants.

“Aaah. Augh. Aaah. Aaaah!”

Without thinking, I jammed my hand into my pants, fisted my cock, and gave it a few rough strokes.

The moaning continued, sometimes muffled but rising in intensity.

What was he doing?

My brain went to a porn scene I’d seen recently.

An omega stood in a shower stall, a dildo stuck to the tiles.

He pushed his ass out and fucked himself on the toy, his hands sliding down the walls as he moaned and writhed.

Except now the porn star had Jamie’s face and his dainty hands.

He thrust harder, taking the humongous flesh-colored toy so deep it distorted his belly from the inside.

He yelled with pleasure while his cute little cock released an arch of cum. It splattered on the tiles.

Jamie’s voice broke. His drawn-out sob announced one hell of an orgasm.

“Oh God! Oh God, yes! Yes! Yes! Aaaaah!”

My hand flew up and down my dick as Jamie’s voice crested. He was nearly sobbing. Was he coming for that entire time? Fucking hell! What would I have given to see that?

The sounds died down. The Jamie in my fantasy panted with exhaustion as he crumbled onto the shower stall floor. I stood above him and streaked his skin with my cum. He lifted his head and opened his mouth just in time for it to splash across his face.

In reality, I came into my hands, biting back my groan.

Jamie’s bedroom was silent now. I listened for a while longer. Then I stood and shuffled to the tiny bathroom.

Well, damn.

It sounded like he was having fun. Did he want me to hear?

But no. Jamie had always been professional. Too professional. I wouldn’t have minded a little flirting. In fact, I’d have jumped at the opportunity. Yet Jamie had never given me a reason to think my advances would be welcome.

I didn’t want to lose him.

How would I even go about it? Should I knock on his bedroom and ask if he needed an extra hand? I snorted at myself.

I’d better go to sleep. We were working tomorrow.

We ate breakfast in the restaurant car. Jamie sat facing me at the compact table, drinking coffee and scrolling on his phone. The rising sun lit up his lovely features, making his complexion glow. He took a sip of his drink and set the cup on the table, unaware of my scrutiny.

He wore a pristine baby-blue dress shirt, and in the morning light, it seemed to hug his body in an almost indecent way.

Actually, he looked professional and proper, but my thoughts about him were increasingly indecent.

My gaze lingered on his chest, where the contour of his nipple pressed against the fabric.

The nub looked big and firm, distinct on his slim torso. Frowning at his phone, Jamie rolled his shoulder, unconsciously pushing his chest out. The curve of his pec with the large nipple got even more pronounced. My mouth watered.

I imagined him naked with his back arched and arms spread. His hard nipples would stick out, and I’d wrap my lips around one, sucking and nibbling on it, until he’d beg me to fuck him…

How come I’d never noticed how full his pecs seemed? They looked so erotic. Had they grown bigger lately? How was that possible? He hadn’t gained weight anywhere else.

“The weather should be nice when we arrive,” Jamie said, eyes on his screen. “Of course, the forecast could change. Have you finished eating? We should head back.”

I needed a cold shower and compression underwear.

“I’m done. Let’s go.”

I let Jamie go first through the narrow aisle between the seats and immediately regretted it. The sight of his perfect ass in his slacks wasn’t helping my situation. I pinned my gaze to his nape and gritted my teeth.

Just because he’s suddenly single doesn’t mean you can harass him. Get your shit together!

The hair on his nape was short and looked soft. How would it feel to run my fingers through it?

The train changed speed, and I wobbled. Miscalculating my next step, I stabbed my little toe. A sharp pain shot up my leg. I grunted and stumbled, swallowing a curse.

Jamie spun around and gripped my biceps, steadying me.

“Are you okay?”

Scrunching up my face, I breathed through the pain.

“I’m fine.”

Jamie studied me with a worried frown on his lovely face. “Did you just break your toe?”

I chuckled helplessly. “No. I’m good. Move along.”

With a sigh, Jamie turned and continued down the aisle to the sliding door at the end of the restaurant car. I limped after him.

The pain was fading already, but it had done its job. It cleared my head—for a moment, at least.

Then we sat down to work, and Jamie’s scent filled the coupé. We had three days left in here. It would be the longest three days of my life.