It was bright and early, only a little after five, but I was used to getting up then.
Rocco’s arms tightened around me when I tried to roll away to find the device on the floor, where I’d left it.
I wiggled a bit, trying to get free, and earned a throbbing erection against my ass, and a groan.
Rocco’s hands planted on my hips. “Stop,” he whispered, his voice rough.
I froze, and his dick throbbed against me a few more times.
“What?” I whispered.
“You’re too damned sexy for my virgin cock,” he mumbled.
A snort escaped me; I couldn’t help it.
“Nice to know you get pleasure from my pain,” Rocco mumbled into my ear again, still holding me in place.
The throbbing was slowing, but not stopping.
“Can I move now?” I whispered.
“No.”
The throbbing continued, slowly, and I waited.
“I have to go to work,” I reminded him.
“You didn’t tell my dad you were going in,” he reminded me back.
Shit, he was right.
“I know where he is, though. He’ll be glad to see me.”
Rocco growled, and tugged me tighter against him.
Shit, he was hard.
And I was fighting like hell not to imagine that rock between my thighs, sliding over my—
Dammit, I needed to get my head back in the game.
Platonic mates.
Platonic mates.
Platonic mates.
I shifted my hips a bit, and Rocco swore, his grip on my hips tightening.
“You’ve got to stop that, or I’m going to soak your ass,” he grunted, holding me close.
Why did that sound so damn erotic?
“I’ll text your dad,” I choked out. “Let him know we’re coming in. But you have to let me go first.”
Rocco’s nose met the back of my throat. “The smell of your arousal makes it so damn impossible for me to think,” he mumbled.
Shit.