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I try not to notice the way her T-shirt rides up to expose a little of her stomach or the way the material pulls taut over her breasts. I most definitely try not to think what she’d look like naked in the shower. I mean, I know what she looks like. Been naked in the shower with her lots of times.
My groin tightens and I turn away from Juniper. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See ya,” she replies and heads toward the staircase.
With every step I take toward my office, I can’t get the image of a naked, soapy Juniper out of my head, her hands spreading bubbles over her breasts, down her stomach, in between her—
“Fuck,” I groan, my dick now going full-on hard like a schoolboy who got his first peek at a girl’s panties. I hear the upstairs shower come on and the imagery intensifies.
I breeze past my office and traverse the short hall to the first-floor master suite. I dressed casually for the office today, wearing a button-down and nice jeans. I kick off my shoes, remove my shirt and whip the white tee underneath over my head. I head into the bathroom with every intention of taking a shower where I’ll fuck my fist to the thoughts of Juniper upstairs.
And now… I don’t feel like a creep at all doing it. I’ve thought about her on more than one occasion over the years when getting myself off.
Just as I’m reaching in to turn on the water, a bloodcurdling scream reverberates throughout the house and fear sizzles through me.
I’ve never heard Juniper scream and I bolt from my bathroom, leap over the end corner of my bed to cut distance and careen out the door, which catches my shoulder. I mumble a curse as I slip across the hardwoods in my socks but gain traction on the carpeted staircase. I take the steps three at a time and I’m betting no more than ten seconds elapsed from that scream until I’m bursting through her bedroom door, which was closed but not locked.
The upstairs master is much smaller than the downstairs, but it sits at the rear of the house with a beautiful view of the woods beyond the backyard. There’s a small bathroom with a tub and shower and I waste no time running in.
My heart thunders so hard it takes me a second to process that Juniper is completely naked, her hands clutched over her heart as she stares into the shower.
“What is it?” I gasp.
Juniper shrieks, glancing over her shoulder at me briefly before grabbing at the shower curtain. She pulls it away from the tub and across the front of her body. “What are you doing in here?” she shrills.
“You screamed,” I growl back, my relief at not finding her battling a serial killer so intense, I’m a little pissed. “What happened?”
She points a shaking finger to the tub. “There’s a spider.”
My eyes don’t leave hers. “A spider?” I demand. “You screamed bloody murder because of a spider?”
“It must have been on the faucet,” she exclaims in defense. “And it skittered across my hand. It’s huge. You would have screamed too.”
“Doubt it,” I grumble.
“And why are you naked?” she sneers.
“I’m not naked. My shirt is off.”
“You were going to work,” she accuses, and I know she’s putting me on the defense because she’s embarrassed to find me in her bathroom while she’s nude.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. Decided to… um… get a second workout in today.”
Juniper’s eyes roam over my chest and she waves her hand. “But why? You’re already cut.”
I glance down at my chest and abs. They involuntarily contract knowing that Juni’s eyes are on me, and a six-pack pops out. I work hard for it too. At least my hard-on was quelled when she screamed or else this would’ve been embarrassing on a whole new level.
“I mean,” Juniper says softly, and my gaze snaps back up to find her not just looking but ogling. She snorts, then giggles but never takes her eyes off my torso. “Like… you’re just as cut as you were when you were a young man.”
I frown, not sure if that’s a compliment. “Are you calling me old?”
Her eyes meet mine and she smirks, but she uses her free hand to draw anX over the shower curtain that rests across her chest. “Promise I’m not calling you old.”
She giggles again.
“You’re drunk,” I say dismissively and then turn to the tub to take care of the original source of her angst.
And well… damn… it’s a pretty big fucking spider but they’ve never bothered me. I can see why she’d scream though if it caught her unaware.
