Page 103 of Make Me Dream of You

Bex knocks again.

I’ve got her around the waist as I turn off the water and grab us towels. She’s still coming down when I dry her off and wrap it around her. Her cheeks are flushed and she smiles dazedly up at me.

“Come on!”

Liv’s eyes go wide. “Just a sec!” She hops out of the shower, right onto my sweats. “Shit,” she says.

“Shit.”

She scoops up my sweats from the floor, shirt from the counter, and boxers from the sink, stuffs them under her towel, then runs to the door.

I close the curtain and sit in the corner of the shower.

“Finally!” Bex’s hurried footsteps hit the tile as she runs in, and I try to block out the sound while trying not to make any of my own.

I cannot block out the sound. It’s awkward.

I stay in the shower for a few minutes after Bex leaves, finally poking my head out and wondering what to do next.

The door opens and I almost fall back into the shower.

“It’s clear,” Livvy whispers. “Bex went back to bed.”

I go to her, and she turns, giggling. I follow her out into the hall, through the living room, and up the stairs to the loft, all while clutching this too-small towel together around my waist.

I reach for my clothes. “Can I get dressed now?”

She hugs them to her chest and smirks. “Or…”

Taking several steps toward me, that devilish grin growing, she sets my clothes down on the table. Then she comes to me and drags her fingertips down my chest, over my abs and down to the towel, which opens and falls to the floor with a simple touch.

I’m hard instantly.

Livvy presses both palms to my chest, looking up at me, angelic. Then she walks forward, pushing me back until my calves hit the couch.

“Sit,” she says.

I sit.

She licks her lips.

My cock is standing at attention.

Then she turns my legs and lifts them up onto the couch.

“Bend this knee.”

I do, still not sure what’s going on.

Then she moves my right arm, laying it over my hip. “And this one here,” she says as she adjusts my other hand. “And turn to look this way.”

I turn my head.

“Perfect. Now, stay just like that.” Livvy backs away from me until she’s in the corner. At her easel. “Your turn,” she says with a smile.

“Oh, really?” I throw my head back, laughing.

“No moving.” She shakes her pencil at me, scowling. Cuter than ever.

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