She turns her head toward me, her hot breath fanning over my cheek. “Take a shower with me after breakfast.”
As she reinforces it with that seductive look of hers, I have to take a step back to get control. I wag my finger.
“Fine,” she grouses, pouting. “I’ll take a shower alone then.”
“You’re killing me, woman.”
She giggles as she turns from me and heads to the sink to grab a glass of water.
Watching her every slight move, I adjust my now rock-hard dick in my jeans, and take a breath, trying to calm down.
Ain’t a bad problem to have.
Not at all.