Page 18 of Out of Bounds

Sucking up the little pride he had left at this point, he steeled himself and took one last, long deep breath.

“Felicity!” he hollered as loud as he could. He waited for a snarky reply, but there was silence. Had he been wrong about the door opening? No way. That thing was heavy and loud. There was no way he had misheard that. Trying again, he shouted, “FELICITY!”

“What?!” she shouted back. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom, and I need your help, please.”

“No! I’m not coming in there.”

“Felicity,” he growled, his teeth gritted. “It’s kind of an emergency. Get the fuck in here.”

“Fine!” she answered, throwing the door open. It crashed against the vanity, bouncing back slightly, but she caught it with her hand. “Oh my God, the floor is all wet. What the hell?”

Felicity took two steps into the small space, her gaze immediately finding him in the tub, scrunched down on his back, legs up in the air, his junk on display. One look at her in her light pink sundress and his dick started to come to life, only making this whole situation that much worse.

Great timing, buddy…

Her eyes went wide as she took him in, immediately slamming shut as she processed the scene.

“Gunnar! What the fuck?”

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"You’re naked!” Felicity yelled, slamming her eyes shut. This was not happening. It was awkward enough having to share a room with him, and now here he was, in all his perfect, rippled, muscular glory, naked in the bathtub.

She spun around and leaned against the vanity. Slowly opening her eyes, she found his gaze staring her down in the bathroom mirror. Her heart started to thud against her chest, her pulse racing, as she angled herself so her body blocked the view of his in the mirror. Was this really happening?

“I am aware, Effie,” he grumbled.

“Don’t call me that. What are you even doing in there?”

“I was taking a bath, and I got stuck.”

“Stuck? How do you get stuck in the bathtub?!”

Clearing his throat, he muttered something she couldn’t understand. She wasn’t even sure it was in English.

“All I know is I’m stuck. I need your help to get out.”

“I’m not helping you out of the tub! Call Callahan, or Cruz, or someone else!”

“Do you really think for one second that if Cowboy, Cullen, or hell, even your brother were available that you would be the one I was asking for help?”

“Fine,” she bit out. Turning back around, she looked him up and down, scrutinizing the position he was in—lying down in the tub, his long, powerful legs propped up against the wall. She had no idea where to even begin to get him out, although draining the tub would probably be a good place to start. “I’m just gonna reach in here and pull the plug.”

Gunnar shifted as she reached behind his legs, trying very carefully to not make contact with his ass as she felt for the drain. For all the times she secretly thought about giving those cheeks a squeeze, this was not how she pictured it going down. Water rushed over the side of the tub as his torso twisted, still trying to break free, adding to the already large puddle on the tile floor.

“Knock it off!” she scolded. “Either you want my help or you don’t.”

“What I want is out of this tub.”

“I get that. But hold your horses!”

Watching the water drain, her eyes kept returning to his broad, hard chest. Unlike so many of his counterparts that she’d seen online, he wasn’t covered in tattoos. Other than a large tribal design on his upper right arm and two little stars above his heart, his smooth skin was completely blank. His beautifully defined pecs gave way to a rippled washboard stomach and a hip-V that made her fingers itch to touch. All of that led straight down to an erection like she’d never seen.

Holy shit.

Despite his awkward angle, Gunnar’s dick was standing at attention, and damn, was it glorious. Long, thick, and crying out for attention. Now her hands were really itching to touch him.