The Contract

Chapter 13

Laying as far as possible away from him, I scoot to the edge of the bed, making Donovan shake his head when he steps into the room, wearing nothing but boxers as he gets to the other side of the bed.

"Do you honestly think that moving to the edge of the bed would stop me from doing anything?"

"Yes." I say seriously, turning to face him on my pillow, making Donovan chuckle.

"Couldn't you just have slept on the sofa?" I groan.

"Couldn't you have slept on the sofa?" He hits back, turning the lamp off on the bedside table.

"You're a nightmare." I groan out, turning back around.

I can feel my heartbeat banging in my ears as he sighs out and his leg touches mine, the bed is a double but it feels like a single having two grown men in here.

Jesus, why didn't I just kick him out? Tell him to fuck off, like I would've done if a friend tried to pull this shit on me.

Then the obvious comes to mind.... because he's my boss and he owns this apartment, and building, oh and we're in a weird physical relationship, that's why, duh Evan.

"You can relax, I won't touch you tonight unless you want me to." His deep seductive voice says as I feel him turn to face me on the bed.

I ignore him and just close my eyes, forgetting that right now he's sharing a bed with me and picturing in my head that I'm all alone, and all I want is to sleep and forget about the day I had.

Closing my eyes tightly, I try not to notice how his hot breath hits the back of my neck, making me grow hot and restless, not used to sharing a bed with anyone, especially not someone I'm sleeping with, and especially not a man.

You're not even gay, he's a fucking guy Evan, ignore him, I tell myself, as I feel myself grow harder and harder under the blanket.

I'm not into guys... I'm really not, so why the fuck am I getting hard?

I'm not fully rock hard but the more his breath tickles my back, I want to cry out at how fucking weak I am from not having sex with a woman in so long, not to mention from the bad day I've had dealing with my mom and her complicated life.

I've really sunken this low... getting a hard-on for a guy, my billionaire boss who just won't give me a break.

Just don't think about it, just stop thinking about him and ignore his existence.

I feel Donovan move closer to me until he's practically up against my back and his head resting close to my neck, making it almost impossible to avoid him.

Donovan moves his hand under the blanket and I feel it brush against my ass when I feel him, only from experience, adjust himself in his boxers.

I'm painfully hard now knowing I'm not the only one, and that he's feeling the same, but I'm too big of a coward to turn around and do something, I don't have the guts to shove myself onto him.

"I can hear you thinking, it's getting annoying." He whispers against my neck as he moves his hand from his erection to my ass, then slowly down to my rock-hard erection.

I want to die, no... I'm definitely dying from embarrassment, and shame, you name it, I just want to disappear, because theirs no hiding it, I've turned the fuck on.

"Turn around."

I swallow loudly and contemplate for a few seconds, before turning around and facing him in the dark, his face inches from my face.

He grabs hold of my hand under the blanket and places it on his large manhood. "Touch me." He breathes out, as his hand goes to my erection.

"You're this bad, and I haven't even touched you." He says, a hint of amusement in his voice.