Page 7 of Claiming His Property

I barely even caught a glimpse of him today after suffering through more of my aunt’s chit-chat, but from the little I saw, he looked just as sexy as he did last week if not more.

He was wearing worn blue jeans with rips all over them. I could see his legs were tan too, which made me wonder if he sometimes worked in shorts or if he laid out like I do sometimes when it’s nice out and I want to do some drawing outside. But then I laughed to myself.

Cade? Laying out like some kind of Italian model drinking mimosas by the beach? Fat chance.

He probably just wears shorts when he’s working on his house, or maybe when he’s playing volleyball with the boys like Tom Cruise in Top Gun…

I’m getting turned on now picturing him without a shirt on, and that’s getting me super horny.

Lying in my bed, I slip my hand down into my sweats, remembering how strong and rough his hand felt when he held mine last week.

How would it feel now if he was rubbing me with it?

My heartrate quickens, and it suddenly feels hot in my room.

I pull back the top sheet and gulp down a breath as I picture Cade lying beside me, his enormous arms wrapped around me, one hand down my pants, touching me where it really counts…

“Skylar!”

A pounding at my door ruins the moment like a splash of cold water on my face. I quickly cover myself as my dad opens the door.

“Yeah, Dad!?”

“I’m hitting the sack. I’ve gotta get up early for work tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I smile awkwardly.

He turns to go, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but he stops and turns back and I go tense again.

“Say, isn’t it your first day at the parlor tomorrow?”

“Yup.” I nod. “First day of my apprenticeship.”

He smiles. I can see how proud he is. If he hadn’t just interrupted me having a very private moment to myself, I’d be able to appreciate it even more.

“Great job, puddin’.”

“Thanks, Pops.”

He closes the door behind him, and I’m able to relax again. I close my eyes and try to recapture the image of Cade that I had in my mind before I was interrupted. But I’m just not able to.

It’s one thing to have your private time disrupted by a car backfiring or a dog barking, but your dad walking in and almost catching you with your hand down your pants?

I’d never be able to look at him the same again.

I groan and roll over, and that’s when I hear another knocking, only this time it’s not from my door; it’s from my window.

My whole body freezes, and I instantly reach under my bed for my metal bat.

I’m this close to calling out for my daddy when I turn around and glance at the window to see Cade waving at me through the glass. And God does he look stunning.

“Cade!” I whisper, racing over and lifting it open for him. “What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?”

Before I can even react, he’s climbing into my bedroom like he owns the place.

“Oh, that wasn’t hard.” He grins as he lands on the floor. “I’m a private investigator in my spare time, didn’t I tell you?”

“Shhh! My dad’s in the other room!”

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