Free Hell Yeah!: Man of My Heart (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Omega Team Book 5) by Desiree Holt Page A

one minute, he was saying no, and, the next, he was putting the details of a meeting in his cell phone. A phone, by the way, he seldom used.
    And then—then!—when he first laid eyes on her, he should have run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Her rich auburn hair, her forest-green eyes, her sweet body had all but bewitched him, and he hadn’t been able to get his ass out of the chair and run away.
    Instead, idiot that he was, he’d agreed to take the job. He could spend his days quietly drooling over her, and when the job ended, he would carry the image back to his cabin and feast on it for days. Because there could never be anything more between them than a business arrangement. What would an up-and-coming star on the music scene, fresh and exciting, want from a man with a dark past and a ruined future? So, what was he supposed to do with this intense feeling he had for her, more than he’d ever had for any other woman in his life?
    Fuck it all anyway.
    He shucked his shirt and jeans, yanked the covers back, and slid into bed, hoping he could fall asleep, and, when he woke, all this would have disappeared from his mind. But the moment he closed his eyes, there she was, front and center in his brain. Hair falling in waves to her shoulders, bewitching green eyes staring at him from beneath lashes so thick they were almost sinful.
    And oh god! She was naked. Fate tormented him with an image of Jasmine Grey in all her naked glory. Now he could see those rosy nipples, her luscious curves. And holy shit! The nest of curls covering her mound was the same rich auburn as the hair on her head.
    His cock hardened to the point it strained against his boxer briefs. Gritting his teeth, he slid his hand down between the material and his body and wrapped his fingers around his pulsing shaft. When he slid his thumb over the tip, he felt a thick drop of fluid sitting right on the slit and rubbed it over the velvety skin.
    The dream Jasmine—the one he wished was real—skimmed her hands over her naked body, cupping her breasts and running her fingers over the slight swell of her tummy to her pubic curls. When he saw two slim fingers disappear between her labia, he thought his heart would stop beating.
    He stroked his hand up and down his dick, up and down, trying to match his movements to those of Jasmine. A little ottoman appeared from somewhere; she lifted her foot to brace on it, exposing her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her mouth curved in a smile as she thrust her fingers in and out of her hot channel. Caleb tried to match his rhythm to hers, clenching his teeth hard to keep himself from coming before she did.
    It was damn hard, though, especially since he wanted her to walk out of his imagination and into his room so he could touch her, feel her, slide his fingers into her wetness.
    Feel her pussy grasp his cock!
    He increased the pace of his hand, easing the other one between his thighs to cup his balls. He saw the rapid rise and fall of Jasmine’s breasts and the look of intense pleasure on her face. And then…. Then she gave one last push, and he watched her entire body clench and shudder.
    Now! His cock shrieked. One more stroke. Two. Semen shot over the head of his dick and down his fingers in thick rivulets. He squeezed, milking the last drop, then let his body relax, his breath still raspy, his heartbeat still erratic. He took in a deep breath and held it then let it out. His imaginary Jasmine did the same then gave him a knowing, satisfied smile.
    And then disappeared.
    Fuck!
    Getting himself off in his shower so he didn’t walk around with a painful dick all the time was one thing. But this…tonight…. Holy shit!
    He needed to clean himself up, but he sure couldn’t walk across the hall to the bathroom bareass. He used his boxer briefs to clean up the worst of it then threw them in the pocket of his duffel where he collected his dirty clothes. Fishing a clean pair out of the bag, he pulled them on and