Page 33 of Switch

ChapterTen

Fallon

The doorbell rings downstairs.It’s got to be a mistake—a delivery to the wrong address maybe.God forbid it’s the creeper who left the card.Whoever it is, it’s late, so I’m staying put.

Then my phone chimes.

PJ: Answer the door

Fuck.I race down the stairs and fling the French doors wide.I’m embarrassed to say the sight of him makes my breath catch.

He’s dressed in a crisp charcoal suit, looking like temptation and sin.Probably from another dinner date.There’s a sour feeling in my stomach, something I’m trying to tell myself isn’t jealousy.

I don’t want him.I don’t need him.I definitely don’t?—

Then PJ backs me into the foyer wall, pinning me with his mouth against mine.He kicks my feet apart, shoving his hand into my boxer briefs.

“Wow.”I’m not sure what I meant to say, but I don’t think it was that.

Still, when his fingers wrap around me, I’m all out of thoughts.All the blood has left my brain.

“Dumbass.What the fuck made you think I didn’t want to come over here?”

“I don’t…I don’t know.”I don’t know how to define what this is between us.We’re supposed to be friends, but friends don’t give jerk-off instructions over the phone.He’s made it clear he’s dating other guys.I don’t know what to think.

He bows his head, his teeth closing around one nipple.The pain makes me hiss and then sigh as endorphins send tingles rushing over my skin.“God, do that again.”

He does.Harder.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I mumble a little too late.

“Shut the fuck up.”His rough hands abrade my aching dick, mixing pleasure with pain.The perfect amount.I look into his eyes, wide and serious, until I notice—“Are you left-handed?”

His smile is savage.“Ambidextrous.”As if to illustrate, he switches hands.“If you’re noticing which hand I’m using to touch your dick, something’s wrong.”

I hate the way I have to hold in laughter.This is all too warm and personal for me to blow it off as a hookup.

In spite of the intimacy, something about PJ makes me feel as if I’m in the presence of a jungle cat, as dangerous as he is pretty.There must be a glitch in my code that it turns me on.Marina was like that too.

“Look at me.”Carried away by sensation, I don’t realize my eyes have drifted shut until PJ tells me to open them.When I do, he’s working a finger in and out of his mouth.It’s so obscene I almost come from the sight.

Then he slides that same hand between my thighs, prodding my hole with that wet digit.Then I do come, nearly doubling over when my knees buckle.We stand there, breathing with our foreheads pressed together, until I’m steady again.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” PJ says, but his expression is fond.

Not letting that fondness find a home in my chest is easier said than done.

It’s not until I’m catching my breath and I feel an evening breeze tighten my nipples that I realize… Fuck.We left the front door standing wide open.

I can’t believe I did something so stupid.Anybody could be out there.

“Shit.”Paranoia has me scanning the street behind PJ, but nothing seems out of place.No masked man in a trench coat lurking behind a lamppost while holding a sign that reads “bad guy.”Which is good.I hope.

Unaware of the reason I texted him, PJ seems amused.“Think we gave your neighbors a good show?”

“I hope not.Mrs.Fanning, across the street, she has a heart condition.”I close and lock the door.“I’d, uh, better go put some clothes on.”

“Not on my account, you shouldn’t.”