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I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. A creepy insect or a hot, hard man I cannot have.

It’s not even a fair fight. Hank wins without even trying, because while I can tolerate blood and any and all medical wounds, I cannot handle bugs.

Without ceremony, I lunge straight toward Hank.

Chapter Eight

Hank

I almost have a heart attack when Chastity screams. But I’m pretty sure I do suffer an actual coronary when I yank back the shower curtain and see her standing there in all her delicious and curvy glory, water sluicing down over naked flesh and dropping off of her nipples.

Before I can speak, which frankly is a fucking challenge right now with all the blood rushing away from my brain to fill my cock, she leaps into my embrace.

“There’s a roach!” she yells. “Let me out, let me out.”

For a second, I don’t even process the words. I’m too focused on the feel of her damp, warm skin and the press of her chest against mine. If I shift my hands just a bit, I can be squeezing her ass with both palms and pulling her pussy right up against me.

But she is shoving me with a strength she did not display when I was paddling that kayak upstream. It’s pretty apparent now that she was letting me pull the load, which is fine. She deserves to relax on her day off. At the moment, though, she’s going to knock us both over. I shift her around to my side so that we don’t stumble over the toilet in her mad dash to escape.

“Where is it?” I ask, scanning the shower.

My apartment is in an old building, and this isn’t the first squatter I’ve spotted. It’s just a part of living in a humid climate.

I have my arm out, blocking her from shower re-entry, as if she’s ever going to step foot in there again. But it’s just instinct. It’s not like it’s necessary to protect her from a two-inch bug.

“On the wall!”

“Which wall? There’s three of them.”

“The back one. Did it escape?” she gasps, hiding behind my back, gripping both of my biceps. “This isn’t good.”

“It’s fine.” I see him in the corner. “I’ve got a location. But you need to let go of my arm so I can snag him.”

“You mean kill him.”

“I don’t really find it necessary to kill him. I’ll just relocate him.”

“I don’t like that.”

“And I don’t like that you’re rubbing up on me naked and I can’t even enjoy it, but we don’t always get what we want,” I tell her, amused.

“Oh! Sorry.” She steps back from me.

The back of my shirt is damp from her wet skin. Keeping an eye on the roach, who is just chilling in the corner, I reach for a plastic cup I use for cleaning the shower and capture the bug in it. I use a sponge to cover the opening. When I turn, I almost find religion at the sight of Chastity bouncing on the balls of her feet, shaking her hands out.

Holy. Shit.

“It’s going to get loose,” she says.

I don’t even know what she’s talking about. My brain is frozen.

“Why are you just standing there?”

“Why do you think?” I ask. She has full hips that make me want to grip them as I go down on my knees and bury my tongue inside her pussy. “I want to lick you, Chastity.”

It’s at that moment she seems to realize she’s naked. Her eyes widen. She yanks the towel off of the counter and puts it over her, but it's still folded, so it only covers the bottom of her breasts, her stomach, and the top of her pelvis. I can still see her nipples and most of her soft folds.

“Take that cup outside!” she squawks, gesturing wildly.

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