Neil’s hand continues to move on his d**k, though he’s slowed his pace considerably.
He watches me with hooded eyes. His cheeks are delightfully flushed. His muscles are strained, like he’s held himself on the edge for a long time.
“Close the door,” Neil says and it sounds like an order.
I step back into the hallway.
“Chloe,” he calls.
I stop.
“Come inside and close the door behind you,” he says, making himself clearer.
I do as he commands. Stepping back into the room, I close the door behind him.
There are a million reasons I should leave and pretend I never saw or heard any of this, but I can’t think of those reasons right now. It’s like my Luna mode has clicked on, and all I want is my wild Alpha to whisper naughty things in my ear.
I hate myself and how horny I am for these br
