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Then she surprised him by kissing him, deepening it into a territory that said they wouldn’t be leaving this shower for a while. Her hand wove down his body and snaked around his cock, gripping hard. A glorious moan escaped as he pumped his hips to her delicious strokes all while he showed her breasts the utmost attention. It was the most he could do at the moment while she loved his cock with undying affection. Up and down. Squeezing hard around him.
Her hand disappeared. She winked and turned around.
“You want more of that? Then you better get your ass in gear. You do not want to meet my mother after we’ve been late.”
This time an aggravated, painful groan slipped from his lips. He could tell she wasn’t playing when she lathered her hair with conditioner and rinsed it out quickly.
“Hurry up, sleepyhead.” She pressed a kiss to his lips before disappearing out of the shower.
He was left with an aching cock in a cold shower all by himself. Sure, the hot water was still running, but he felt nothing but coldness surround him. Because Jezebelle wasn’t in there any longer.
She wasn’t playing around. She had been so responsive last night, never shying away from him. They hadn’t done anything too down and dirty, but she had never pulled away from him like she just had.
He didn’t like it.
He didn’t ever want her to walk away like that again.
Tease him, sure. He could handle teasing. Just another form of foreplay in his mind. Making the anticipation sweeter when he could get her delectable hands back on his throbbing body.
But the way she slipped out of the shower and walked away bothered him. As if she were distancing herself—and so soon in their fake relationship. She had kissed him, but she hadn’t looked him in the eye.
He showered fast, not wanting to upset her in any way, afraid he might’ve already done so by jumping in the shower with her. He couldn’t help it he enjoyed touching her, pleasing her.
She was dressed and blow-drying her hair when he came out of the bathroom buck naked—still. Yeah, he could’ve wrapped a towel around himself, but why? She had already seen his body, touched it in every spot. He wasn’t a shy guy.
His cock sprang to attention at the way her eyes glided across his entire frame, stopping on the hardness waiting for her to touch once again.
Oh, yeah, sweetheart. Look to your heart’s content. You can even touch. I want you to touch.
He only grinned, despite the need coursing through his mind, words he desperately wanted to say.
Her eyes sprang to his eyes, and although she matched his grin, the happiness didn’t reach her gaze.
Okay. He was starting to get a very descriptive picture of how much meeting her mother was affecting her. Hello, the fact she agreed to his crazy plan should’ve been clue enough for him. It hadn’t been. But this behavior, the way she was shutting him out was clue enough.
“I’ll get dressed.”
She nodded then buzzed past him to the bathroom, the blow dryer still in her hand. So, she was going to finish beautifying herself away from him.
Yep. The distance was hurting him, but he wouldn’t let it show.
He grabbed a nice pair of black slacks with a dusty-blue dress shirt. He couldn’t decide on a tie, so he figured he’d wait for Jezebelle’s opinion. He slipped a surprise for Jezebelle into his pocket, then headed to the bedroom to grab the one lone suit he owned.
A heavy, defeated sigh echoed in the tiny room after he put it on.
Shit.
A rumble of laughter sounded behind him, surprising him more than anything. He turned around toward the doorway where Jezebelle stood, a hand over her mouth as if trying to hide her smile.
This time, laughter also filled her beautiful brown eyes.
“Well, I like to see you laughing rather than crying.”
He was afraid to move in fear he’d rip the seams of his jacket, as the piece of clothing was a touch too tight on him. What could he say? It had been two years since he put the thing on—for his cousin’s wedding. In that time, he had fleshed out his muscles some. The sleeves were too tight and he could feel it busting at the seams around his shoulders. Honestly, he was surprised he got the dumb thing on. So much for wearing a suit for her. He was screwing up this morning left and right.
“By the look of terror in your eyes, I can only assume you have the one suit,” she said as she entered the room and approached him.
He nodded. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
