Page 62 of The Challenge

“Are you gonna shower, or should I?” I asked her.

“I just finished,” she said, tilting her head. “Can’t you tell? My hair is wrapped in a towel.”

My head wasn’t in the right place to connect any dots right now. Mentally, I was still burying my face in her tits.

I cleared my throat. “I didn’t hear you in there. I’m gonna go now.”

She squinted with a smirk. “You look a little flushed. Are you all right?”

I gritted my teeth. “I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? As revenge for whatever it is you think I did to you a decade ago.”

“Killing you is definitely not what I have in mind, Evan.” She blushed, even as she spoke those bold words. “But it’s okay. I know where you stand. You see me as a threat. Going there with me would mean complicating your already complicated life. You’ve always overthought things when it came to me. Nothing has changed.”

“It would be very easy to give in to how I’m feeling right now, Chloe. Trying to do the right thing is fucking hard.”

There it is again. Fucking hard. Why did I have to say it like that? Now that was all I could think about—fucking her hard against this kitchen counter.

She frowned. “Doing the right thing always seems to involve pushing me away.”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

She said nothing else before she escaped to her room.

I didn’t know whether we could sustain this living arrangement, given the sexual tension now rising to the surface between us. But as I stepped into the shower, there was one thing I did know: my weeks-long jerk-off ban was about to end.

Chapter 24

CHLOE

Later that night, I lay in bed, unable to relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about the titty show I’d given Evan. He’d left me completely starving for more—and more than a little pissed.

Just after ten PM, my phone chimed with a text.

Evan: Are you awake?

My heart beat faster as I typed.

Chloe: I am.

The dots moved around for several seconds before his response came in.

Evan: Can I come to your room?

Heat crept up my neck.

Chloe: Yes.

A moment later, my door creaked open. Just as I’d opened my mouth to speak, Evan placed his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

“What’s up?” I whispered.

He locked the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, his chest moving up and down as he breathed.

Then he walked over to the closet, the one I always made sure was shut before bed. He opened it. At first I thought he was just messing with me. But then he stepped inside and gestured for me to join him.