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Reese’s wry comment pulls me out of my staring. I must be slack-jawed and drooling, but I’m too embarrassed to check either of those things. I snap my eyes back up to his face.

But God help me, I have no idea what to say. Sorry? Where are the lightbulbs? Nice penis—can I take it for a ride?

So, sputtering, I don’t even apologize for intruding where I don’t belong. I just turn on my heel and run for the exit.

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REESE

Olivia tries to dart out of my room like a little scared bunny. Too bad for her.

Because I’m not letting her go anywhere.

The warning bells that remind me I should behave ring in the back of my head.

You know this isn’t going anywhere good.

You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.

Send her on her way, man. You don’t want that smoke.

Unfortunately for my alarm bells, the look on Olivia’s face when she so obviously got an eyeful of my junk is enough to put those bells on snooze.

Before she can get anywhere near the door, I’ve got her in my grasp. I palm her whole upper arm and wrench her back around—right up against me in all my naked glory.

I’m not exactly mad about it.

“What’s wrong, Olivia?” I ask smugly as her face goes ripe tomato red. “Have you never seen a naked man before?” I brush my fingers along her cheek.

She shudders away. The motion beneath my touch sends a thrill through me. But as soon as she seems to realize how her body is reacting on its own, she pulls away from me.

“Don’t patronize me, asshole.”

I grin. “The lady doth protest too much. It’s okay if you haven’t.”

I pull her back to me. This time, she doesn’t put up a fight. It’s like she was wanting to be right back in my arms.

Right where she belongs.

“It’s okay to be a frightened little virgin. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She shakes her head. The redness on her face deepens, though her eyes can’t seem to help but flicker down once more. Right to where our bodies are pressed close. I know she can feel me pressed to her. I’m achingly hard.

She’s in here in some short shorts and a thin t-shirt. The scent of strawberries and cream clings to her skin. It’s a familiar scent. Has to be her body wash or lotion or something. I’ve caught whiffs of it in passing but this is the first time it’s been so concentrated. The first time it’s been so close.

I’m immediately addicted.

“I’m not a vir—Listen,” she gulps, “I’m sorry I came in here. I was just looking for some lightbulbs.”

“What a coincidence.”

I love the way her cheeks puff out. There’s this thing the inner corners of her eyebrows do, knitting together and pointing down the slope of her nose. She looks adorably grumpy.

She scowls. “Contrary to popular belief, you’re not so interesting that I have to make up excuses to interrupt your showers, you pervert.”

“I’m not that interesting?” I tilt my head to one side and pout out a dramatic lower lip. Then I let it fall and that wolfish grin spreads wide on my face again. “You sure looked ‘interested’ just a minute ago. I’d call that ‘pervert behavior,’ but hey, I’m not complaining.”

Olivia scoffs, but she’s floundering for words more than she ever has before. “Who’s to say I was looking at it because it was impressive? Maybe I’ve seen bigger and was just surprised that someone your size is so sorely lacking.”

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