by Kendall Ryan
Standing under the hot spray, I thought of Paige and her luscious tits and pink cheeks as she drank in the first sight of me in five years. I wanted to do wicked things to her. Wanted to see if she’d squeak in surprise when my tongue lapped between her thighs. To find out how fast I could make her come. Would I have to work at it, learning how to pleasure her by following the sounds she made, or would she explode quickly? She did seem pretty pent up . . .
I gritted my teeth as my orgasm surged closer. Fuck, I was already about to blow. Normally I’d last much longer, but everything about this woman went straight to my cock. Moments later, my release crashed through me as I emptied into my hand, spent and breathing hard.
After rinsing off a final time, I shut off the water. With water sluicing down my body, I reached for my towel and realize I’d forgotten one. Fuck. I’d left my new towels still folded in the shopping bag. Across the hall in my room. Didn’t matter. I was ninety-nine percent sure Paige was asleep in her bedroom. Grabbing my dirty clothes from the floor, I opened the bathroom door, moving with purpose toward my room—
When I ran bang into something solid. The impact knocked the pile of clothes I’d been holding in front of my groin out of my hands.
A gray-and-brown blur flashed by my feet with a jingle of tags. Paige gasped in surprise and stumbled a step back. Instinctively, I reached out to steady her, gripping her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, noticing that she slept in nothing but a T-shirt that barely covered her ass. The thin material hugged her curves and left her delicious rack on display.
After she righted herself, Paige’s gaze wandered down the length of my nude torso, stopping at my crotch. Her eyes widened and her full lips parted, the apples of her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. My erection hadn’t fully died yet; my spent cock still hung long and heavy between my thighs. And under her heated gaze, it twitched with interest, thickening and beginning to rise again.
“You can touch it if you want,” I murmured, amused by her response. There had been more than just astonishment in those wide, pretty eyes. I was pretty sure there was interest, and maybe even desire.
A noise of strangled surprise escaped her lips.
This was just too much fun. I wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere, but I cleared my throat and her gaze jumped back up to mine.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Enchilada had to pee,” she murmured, breathless.
Right, the dog. So that was what had run past us into Paige’s bedroom. I nodded once, a smirk pulling up my mouth. I’d have to sneak the little mop a few thank-you treats in the morning. This was the most fun I’d had all day.
“Good night,” she squeaked, then darted around me into her bedroom, where she promptly slammed the door. I could imagine her behind it, her legs sagging as she braced herself on the wall, her chest heaving as she tried to recover.
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Table of Contents
Book Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue