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Jesus.
I. Stopped. Breathing.
Licking my lips, I actually envisioned myself licking from the V in between his hips and tracing my tongue down to his dick. The memories of us showering together and having sex under the showerhead immediately assaulted my mind.
When my lustful glare finally met his, I noticed the cockiest fucking grin plastered on his handsome face, and it instantly washed away all the desire I was feeling for him. It didn’t matter he was fully aware of the effect he still had on me which was more than likely the reason he decided to use my shower instead of the one in the guest bedroom. Knowing I’d walk in here with a towel in my hands to drool over his perfect dick.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, throwing the towel at him, and he caught it mid-air.
“What does it look like I’m doing, kid? I’m showering,” he simply stated, drying off and not bothering to cover his cock.
“No shit, smart ass. But why are you showering in my room?”
“I wasn’t aware you assigned showers for your guests.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play that game with me. You know exactly what you’re doing. Down to telling Capri to ask me to bring you a towel.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying. All I wanted was to shower. It isn’t my fault you don’t know how to control yourself, and you’re still staring at my cock.”
“Oh my God! Then fucking cover it!”
He laughed, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Seeing as I have no clothes, I might have to wear just this towel for the rest of the night.”
“I’m sure I can find something of Christian’s for you. He’s always leaving his clothes behind when he comes to visit.”
“Or I can use the clothes you’ve stolen from me over the years.”
“Like I still have them.”
“I saw my black hoodie in your closet, kid.”
My mouth dropped open. “You snooped through my things?”
“No, but it got you to admit you still have my shit.”
I glared at him.
“You shouldn’t poke the bear.”
“Oh, so you’re the bear now? Here I thought you were the asshole.”
He winked. “Sweetheart, I can be both.”
“You’re just a shameless bastard at this point.”
“At least I’m not asking you to call me daddy.”
“Ewww … don’t ever say that again.”
He chuckled, tugging on the ends of my hair. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
I smirked. “Just today?”
“You know you’re drop-dead gorgeous, kid.”
“What’s with the flattery? What do you want?”
“For you to tuck me in.”
