Resisting The Playboy's Charm

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ely make out the body of the woman lying b

ht from the alarm clock on my

orning, she's be

ch. She moans as I do that, as if she didn't even hear me. I want to add her n

Catheri

really matter. After all, this is the on

gs slow, savoring the foreplay. She's already wet, and I've been hard for a whi

he second I'm inside her, so I remind her

eems to turn t

g myself closer and closer to orgasm. She mewls a

as she comes on my cock, her fingers grasping at the bedsheets.

and I savor the looseness in my muscles, the lack of tension. In the afterm

finger. I slide it off, then carry it across the large bedroom, toward the attached

he hem of the cotton t-shirt I'm still wearing. I blink

sprawled against the satin pillows, grinning at me. She

murmurs, clearly tr

bed, pressing herself against me. Her hands sli

er even took your shirt off,"

let her think that, even if it's not the r

er her name, but that's fine-she's satisfied. I'm satisfied. We both got what we needed fr

was amazing. You were amazing. So strong, so powerful. Don't you want to keep it going?" She presses

ate on me already. In truth, all I really want is to sink into

y touch gentle. I'm about to tell her that it's probably

ut never more so than when there's a strange woman in bed with me.

that has to be him. He's out of bed. Probably needs

I jump out of bed, scooping up my pants from where they're lying in a

o the woman in my bed, wh

s his view of my bed. "Hey, buddy," I say, squatting do

andon says tiredl

toward the kitchen. "Well, we'd better get you some water. Maybe we ne

ight. At five years old, Brandon is usually tired by seven and fast asleep by

lastic cup-lots of plastic in this house, ever since Brandon moved in..

on the counter as he wakes up a little, I ca

see the woman I was with. She's wearing one of my shirts, which hangs off of her body, covering her

him with her fingertips. "Oh,

ike a confused puppy. Fury burns through me. I told her

see my anger, so I force a tig

Brandon back up, carrying him off toward his bedroom. He

then tuck him in, pulling the blanket all the way

hat woman?

orcing another smile. "She's just a visitor," I say. "And

o turn off the light. I watch him from the doorway as he

ying poker with Declan and Reed, I voiced that concern for the hundredth time, and my friend

o to raise Brandon since my sister's death, but th

on's getting older. He needs more atte

s don't squeak and wake him. Out in the hallway, I sigh. Som

er she'll be there, in which case I can tell her to get out, or she won't, in which case I

Sitting on my bed, a huge grin on her face, per

"You can go now,"

rom her expression, to be replaced

o the bedroom d

wnstairs?" She pouts at me,

," I say, my tone icy. "

e whips my shirt off over her head, revealing her

r this-not after what she just pulled, and n

thing from the floor one article at a time. She dresses herself, then seizes her

e landing to make sure she actually leaves. Once

e scent of her perfume from my body. I don't want

ect-which is nothing. Things only get awkward like this when they sta

the hall before I collapse into my bed. I always make a point to check on Brandon while he's a

und. He's still fast asleep, curled beneath his b

e. Odds are, he won't remember this tomorrow-and even if he does, I can jus

n away, back toward my