Miles was out picking his friend Bass up at the airport when Charlie let herself into her uncle's apartment to go watch some more of the show that she had gotten more than a little too invested in lately. Nora was the one who had gotten her into it. Charlie had caught her watching it and almost immediately had it bad for one of the main characters.
The fact that it was a very adult show had not helped with that addiction and it only fueled her fantasies even further, not that she would ever admit to her family that she spent more time than could really be deemed sane imagining herself in the place of whatever lucky character she had watched Jimmy King get intimate with last. It was beginning to become a real problem since she could hardly even follow the plot when his clothes came off and she was left too busy ogling and fantasizing to really remember what was going on.
That was why she watched it at her uncle's place instead of at home. Sure, he complained about the amount of male nudity, but it was still a much better option than staying at home with her mother hovering over her disapprovingly.
Miles had to hold back a groan as he walked into his apartment and heard the faint sounds of his TV.
"Really, Charlie?" He called out. "You're watching that crap here again?"
"Believe it or not, my mom is even less of a fan of Sebastian Monroe's ass than you are," she shouted back to him.
"What's wrong with my ass?"
Charlie froze in place. She knew that voice. God knows she had imagined it moaning out her name and whispering dirty little things into her ear enough to recognize it anywhere. But what the hell was that voice doing in her uncle's apartment?
She looked up and froze as she stared open-mouthed at where the Sebastian Monroe was now standing, just inside the doorway and looking expectantly over at her uncle.
Oh god, he was in the same room as her and she was just sitting there stupidly, incapable of any kind of coherent thought. How was he even better looking in person? And, Christ, that beard was doing things to her. He was always clean shaven on the show, but this was so much better and now she was imagining the scratch of his scruff all over her body. Starting up by her temple as he whispered filthy little things to her, then drifting lower. Along her jawline. Brushing past her collarbone, only to hesitate between her breasts. Him looking up at her with mischievous eyes before pulling the fabric up and out of the way. The feel of his stubble prickling across her chest as he worshipped every inch before trailing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down. All the way down to her waistband where he barely even hesitated before-
Shit.
The silence made the moans coming from the TV even more noticeable and managed to drag her mind back to reality as she helplessly looked back and forth between the man standing there and the very inappropriate scene on the TV that she had been imagining herself in before he had shown up.
She quickly snatched up the remote and paused the show. She chose the exact wrong moment and tried not to flinch as the ass in question was frozen on the screen. She would have played it again to try to pause at a better time, but playing it again just to try to pause somewhere else would probably make things worse.
If Miles would have just figured out how to use a universal remote she wouldn't be in quite as big of a predicament as she looked longingly over at the remote that could turn the TV off, which just so happened to be positioned on the opposite side of the actor than she was. Oh God, and now he was staring over at the screen with a self-satisfied smirk. That wasn't nearly as bad as when he turned that dazzling grin over on her, seemingly enjoying watching just how flustered he was making her.
She really didn't understand why her uncle hadn't told her that his friend Bass was Sebastian Monroe or why no one in her family had thought to tell her that the man whose body she had been ogling at during all of those sex scenes was that of her uncle's friend who they probably all knew. She had thought that she had understood why Miles grumbled and groaned about her watching the show so much, but now she realized the true reason.
"I believe you're sitting on my bed," Sebastian freaking Monroe told her as if it was the most casual of comments.
Was he trying to torture her? She was already drenched and if he kept this act up, she was afraid that her juices were going to soak through her clothes and right onto the couch he was supposed to be sleeping on. She couldn't even think of words and her heart was pounding embarrassingly loudly as she stared up at him in a dumbfounded silence.
Luckily for Charlie, Nora turned into the room then and managed to pull some of the attention away from her as she took one look at the TV screen before turning her gaze over to Bass. "Nice ass."
"Don't feed his ego," Miles pleaded with his girlfriend. "It's already big enough."
Charlie bet that wasn't the only thing that was big.
It was clear that the compliment had already gone to the other man's head though as he smugly responded, "Thank you. Now tell that to your boyfriend. He seems to think that there's something wrong with it."
"The only thing wrong with it is that we don't get to see it more often," she told him. "But I guess we know which one of us has the better ass, since I haven't been getting any complaints."
Charlie stared in awe as Nora, the one who had introduced her to the show in the first place, so casually interacted with him. It only made her feel even more embarrassed by how flustered she had let herself become after being taken off-guard by his presence.
"Why didn't you tell me that you know him?" She finally managed to get out as Bass dropped his bag to the floor beside the couch.
"Right. Because I really wanted to be the one to tell you that the guy you've been spending so much time staring at also happens to be my best friend," Miles commented in an irritated tone. "I was hoping that you'd at least stay out of the way while he was here so that you wouldn't find out, but clearly that didn't exactly work out."
Charlie was going to argue that it was his fault for giving her her own keys to his place and not telling her not to come over, but instead she just ended up distracted all over again as Monroe sat down, a little too close to her, on his couch-bed. Dammit. She could smell his cologne from here. Of course the bastard had to smell good. The man smelled like pure sex and the hairs on her arm were standing up where he was practically touching her.
He reached over past one of her legs and she had to hold her breath to keep from letting out any embarrassing noises. She glanced down as he grabbed the remote out of her hand and she felt jolts of electricity run through where his fingers brushed against hers. What the hell was he doing?
He spread his legs out and leaned back to make himself comfortable as he hit the play button. The moans started up again full force as Charlie glanced down at where his leg was pressed against hers, then over to the TV, and then back at the cat-like grin that had spread across his lips as he happily watched her discomfort.
Fine. If he was going to find this so damn funny, then she wasn't going to let him win. She focused back onto the screen and barely even blinked as she stared at the screen and refused to even flinch or react to what seemed to her to be the longest sex scene ever.
Still, he must have noticed the heat that had rushed to her cheeks, since she could feel that his eyes had not left her yet as he asked, "What about you? Are you a fan of my ass?"
"It's alright I guess," Charlie responded nonchalantly as the scene finally changed and other, much more clothed, characters appeared. There was no way in hell that she was going to admit to him how big of a role his nudity played in her watching the show.
He let out a laugh at that as Miles shook his head in disbelief.
"Why did I invite you here again?" He grumbled.
"Because you missed me so damn much," Bass responded arrogantly.
"And I needed to remind myself of why I shouldn't," the other man added dryly.
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