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I gave the crew the day off so they could attend. It had taken a lot of work, and I wanted them all recognized for their efforts. Nothing is a one-man job, and I always made sure my crew got as many kudos as I did.
I was also scheduled to meet briefly with Adam this morning, who had filed the custody paperwork in the local court a week and a half ago. We had agreed we’d file under both mine and Whitney’s names.
“Damn it, where’s Frazzles?” I muttered. I checked Katie’s room, and he wasn’t there. Then I remembered she had him in the bathroom while I brushed her teeth.
Whitney’s door was closed, so I assumed she was getting ready, which was the only reason I didn’t knock before barging into the bathroom. I walked into a face full of steam. My brain went into immediate slowdown, and I was rooted to the spot.
Whitney screamed, scrambling for the towel hanging from the hook behind the door. The problem was the door was open, and I was blocking the way.
“Have you heard of knocking?” she shrieked, trying to cover herself with her hands.
I know I shouldn’t stare. If I were a gentleman, I would avert my eyes and hastily scramble out of the room with an effusive apology. Apparently, I wasn’t a gentleman because all I could do was gawk at her, my mouth hanging slightly open like a horny thirteen-year-old.
Because fucking hell, she was gorgeous.
Her hair was all wet tangles down her back. Her breasts were just as fantastic as I remembered. Large and pert, her nipples erect from the chilly air I had let into the room. Her slim waist and full hips were the stuff of every guy’s fantasy. The image of her naked beneath me came instantly to mind; I couldn’t help it, Not with her standing in front of me looking like a goddamn goddess.
I felt the answering twinge in my shorts. A tightening in my groin that had me biting down on a moan.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
I lifted my hand. I wanted to touch her. All of her. I wanted to run my tongue from her throat to her thighs. I wanted to taste every exquisite inch in between.
I was so hard it hurt.
“Kyle!” she exclaimed, shoving me backward. “Get out!”
“Oops sorry. But you should have locked the door—” I started to say, but she had already slammed the door in my face, leaving me hot and bothered with a picture of her naked and wet playing on a loop in my head.
“Dada!” I heard Katie call, and it was like being dunked into a bucket of cold water. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I ran my hand down my face and pulled myself together.
I knocked on the door. “Uh, Whitney, is Frazzles in there?”
“What?” She sounded breathless. What was she doing in there?
“Katie’s stuffed monkey. I think she left it by the sink,” I called through the door. I pressed my hand against the wood, trying not to think about her on the other side.
Then the door opened, and she stood there, now covered with a towel. She shoved the toy into my hand. “Here.”
Her chest was flushed, the heat spreading up her neck. Only a scrap of cotton separated me from her hot, naked body.
Stop it, damn it!
“Thanks,” I croaked.
She licked her lips. I watched. I couldn’t help it. My dick strained against my zipper.
“I need to get ready,” she rasped.
“Okay,” I said but didn’t move.
She smelled like roses and musk. A bead of water slid down her neck, disappearing into the crevice between her magnificent breasts.
“Kyle, seriously, you need to move. I have to get dressed.” She sounded less turned on and more annoyed.
“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” I stepped to the side and let her pass. She hurried to her bedroom and closed the door without looking back at me. I was left standing there feeling like a royal idiot.
A pervy, royal idiot.
I went back downstairs, forcing myself to forget about the beautiful naked woman upstairs.
Whitney came down a few minutes later, not meeting my eyes, the air between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Look, Whitney, I’m sorry about that. I should have knocked. Jesus. I didn’t mean to—”
“Stand there, ogling me?” She raised an eyebrow, and I honestly couldn’t tell if she was angry at me or not. Her tone was almost teasing. But there was a firm set to her mouth as though she were challenging me.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“No guessing about it, you took your time leaving. I’d say there was definite ogling going on,” she countered.
“Okay, I was ogling.” I glanced at Katie, who was bouncing up and down in her pack n’ play, singing a song at the top of her lungs in her own gibberish way. I turned back to Whitney and smirked. “But can you blame me?” I wiggled my eyebrows, and Whitney laughed.
