The Geek Job by Eve Langlais

watched her, puzzled. ―Eh, what are you doing?‖
    She opened one eye and peered at him.
    ―Guarding you, of course.‖ She closed her lid again and Anthony ogled her.
    ―Can‘t you guard me from another room?
    I need to get undressed and go to bed.‖

    Lexie sighed and forgot feigning sleep to regard him. ―How am I supposed to guard you if I‘m not with you? It only takes seconds for an assailant to kill you. Now stop protesting and do what you have to so we can both get some sleep.‖
    Anthony gritted his teeth as he grabbed a pair of track pants and headed into the bathroom.
    No way was he undressing in front of her and making a spectacle of himself. He stripped in the bathroom and stared at his hard dick. Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, his cock appeared more than happy to have her stay.
    Unwilling to embarrass himself further by walking out with a stiff prick, Anthony turned the shower on and jumped in. He stood under the hot spray and let it pound against his skin, relaxing his muscles, well, all except the rock hard one. He knew of only one solution to that dilemma.
    He wrapped a soapy hand around it and fisted it back and forth. He tried to picture anything but Lexie as he pleasured himself; however, nothing in his past could compare to the ecstasy he‘d enjoyed with her. His breathing hitched as he recalled a previous shower where she‘d bent over for him, her round ass perfectly tilted to display her pink cleft. She‘d watched him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy with passion as he slid into her, the tight walls of her channel clamping down on him. She‘d come before him, the ripples of her climax triggering his, and now, like in the memory, as he stroked himself, he came again.
    His body shuddered with minor
    aftershocks as the water washed away the traces of his climax, nothing like the quakes that rocked him when Lexie made him come in the flesh. He finished washing himself, trying once again to block her from his mind and thought he was doing a great job until he stepped out into his bedroom wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants and saw her splayed in the chair.
    She‘d kicked off her boots and let down her hair which framed her in a dark silken fall.
    She‘d also removed her jacket, leaving her clad in her leather pants, which had to be uncomfortable, and a tight top that delineated her bust to perfection. His cock twitched and he almost ran to his bed to hide under the covers.
    He tossed and turned in the large bed, unable to sleep knowing how wretched her current location was. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. As if sensing his stare, she opened her eyes and stared back.
    ―Is everything okay?‖ she asked.

    ―Yes.‖ He sighed. ―No.‖
    ―What‘s wrong?‖
    ―I can‘t let you sleep in the chair.‖
    Her gaze narrowed. ―I already told you, I‘m not leaving.‖
    ―I got that part. This bed is huge. It would be selfish of me not to share it.‖
    Her lips twitched. ―Why, Anthony, I never thought you‘d have the nerve to ask.‖
    He blushed at her innuendo. ―That‘s not what I was implying. I wasn‘t asking for sex. I just can‘t in good conscience let you sleep in the chair when this bed has more than enough space for both of us. And, if you need something less confining to wear, I‘ve got some shorts and track pants in the top drawer of my dresser.‖
    ―Thanks. I think I‘ll take you up on the offer. Frederick‘s goons apparently didn‘t bring my shit up.‖ She moved to rummage through his drawer pulling out a pair of his jogging shorts, then, instead of going into the bathroom to change, her hands went to the button of her pants.
    Anthony shut his eyes and turned his head as she yanked her leather bottoms down, her amused chuckles making him heat and not just in the face.
    He rolled himself over to his edge as she climbed into the bed. He held his body stiffly and he heard her sigh. ―Good night, Anthony. Don‘t worry, I promise not to bite.‖
    She