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I brush my fingers around my cock, until every nerve ending is fully alive. I stroke faster. And faster.

Then the door swings open, and Noah is before me.

For a wild moment, I think I’ve conjured him from my imagination. He’s shirtless after all, and his hair is mussy and bedroom worthy. The air between us zings and thickens, as if I’ve been swept into some Caribbean paradise where the only color is the green of Noah’s eyes. A second too late I realize that he’s standing in front of me and I’m still stroking my cock.

His eyes jerk toward it, then his mouth drops, followed shortly by mine.

I yank the sheet up, and Noah hastily closes the door.

Behind him.

He’s still in the room.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Noah

My jaw drops, and my gaze bounces over him for longer than it should.

That was his cock.

I saw his cock.

His hard, large, throbbing, leaking...

“Noah?” Finn’s voice is rough, and I halt my cock reverie.

My mouth dries, and I force my gaze upward. Finn’s eyes are round, and he clutches his sheet to his waist. Pink stains his cheeks and spreads to his chest—muscular, of course, and I contemplate what the scattering of hair might feel like...

“Noah?” Finn repeats. He scrambles so he’s sitting up on his bed. He rests his torso against the dark gray tufted velvet headboard.

Shit.

Finn was,self-caring,and I stormed in, and—oh, God. He must think I’m... What person walks in on something like that and stays?

“I’m sorry!” I stammer. “The housekeeper is here, and I didn’t want her to see that I wasn’t sleeping in the same room as you.”

Finn’s eyebrows shoot up. “Gabriella came into your room?”

“No. She was in the hallway. I, um, tried to explain that I was exploring the apartment and testing the bed...”

His mouth rounds. “LikeGoldilocks?”

“That was the best I could come up with on short notice.”

Finn chuckles.

“It’s early.” I glare.

“Dude, Gabriella doesn’t speak English. She also doesn’t clean the bedrooms on Thursdays.”

My shoulders droop. “I should have stayed in my room.”

“Yep.” His eyes dance, then his face sobers. “But I didn’t warn you. Sorry.”

I wave a hand dismissively. “Too much apologizing. No more. And I...”

I glance in the general direction of his sheet, then force my gaze away, my skin heating. His naked cock is underneath. His hard, large, throbbing, leaking cock. I swallow hard. “I’ll return to my room.”