I just finished my evening gym routine, so I’m wearing only my black workout shorts and sneakers. My body glistens with a sheen of sweat I need to shower off, but I have plans first.
I knew she’d be down for a snack at some point, and although I expected her before now, I’m relieved it’s prior to my guestarriving. She barely ate a damn thing during dinner, and though I shouldn’t be concerned about her health, something about her has me wanting to care, and I hate it.
“You gonna stand there gawping at me all night, or are you going to grab something to eat?” Upon giving her my attention, I wish I hadn’t.
She’s standing in the doorway, wearing a tiny light-blue satin sleep dress with white frill along the top. Her tits pull at the fabric and her nipples are pebbled, so my eyes lock in on the peaked tips.
Jesus.
With my body paying attention, I’m grateful to be on the other side of the counter, where she’s unable to see my cock swelling in my shorts. Then I reposition it to rest in my waistband.
Anger shoots through me at the thought of other staff members witnessing her this way. “You need to put on more clothes,” I snipe out, though my appendage disagrees.
“So do you,” she counters, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing her tits up higher. My mouth waters; she’s stunning, and I’m not even sure if she realizes it.
“I can see your nipples through the fabric.”
“I can see yours.” She nods toward my bare chest.
“You wanna suck on my nipples?” I ask, and her mouth falls open, then her cheeks flame. The doorbell rings, alerting me to my visitor, so I drop my knife onto the counter. “Didn’t think so. Cover your body up next time; otherwise, I might end up tasting yours.”
She chokes on that, and I’d love to push further, but the need to let out my frustration is more important than toying with the little brat further.
“There’s a smoothie on the counter. Help yourself.” I brush past her and stride toward the door. The look of shock on her face is hilarious, but not as fun as my next move.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THEA
He did not just say that.
Did he just say he wanted to suck my nipples?
No. Surely not.
I glance over my shoulder, and he rushes toward the door. Who would he be answering our door to? A shriek leaves a female, and I crane my neck to witness a tall, dark-haired woman in a skimpy dress and high heels throw her arms around his neck. A neck I now want to strangle.
Did he seriously just say he wanted to taste my nipples, and now his girlfriend has arrived?
Jesus, what an asshole.
I huff and give my head a shake.Dickhead.
A great reminder as to why I avoid men in general. The smoothie on the counter suddenly looks appealing, and even more so, the knife he left behind.
As I sit on the kitchen stool, a plan forms in my mind, one I’m pretty sure is a step toward getting rid of my unwanted babysitter.
I’ll be the brat he claims me to be.
The bed pounding against the wall has me covering my head with my pillow and screaming into the mattress. “Ugh, seriously. Just come already!”
The excessive noise has been going on for well over an hour, and when she starts exaggerated screeches of “Massio, more. More, Massio,” like a deranged banshee, I can’t take it anymore. I throw my pillow onto the floor and leap from my bed.
“I’ve had enough! Massio needs to fucking come is what Massio needs to do,” I grumble as I throw open my bedroom door and march toward his.
His door is open, and I’m suddenly hit with a bout of trepidation and intrigue. I peek inside, and my body comes alive at what I see.
He has her leg stretched high into the air while the other is wrapped around his ass. A bronze, toned ass that looks like it’s been crafted to perfection. He slams into her furiously, thrust after thrust. Then he leans forward and grabs hold of her cheeks, forcing her jaw to fall open, and when he delivers a string of spittle into her open mouth, arousal floods me. The action is filthy, degrading even, but my body appears to crave it.
