Page 34 of House of Lies

I clap a hand over my mouth, stifling a surprised gasp that would have woken the sleeping giant. His towel is tented by a big, thick cock.

Why the hell I just stand there like I’ve never seen genitals before is a mystery. I’ve watched porn. I’ve even gone all the way with a guy before. But this… this is so graphic. So…wrong.

But in a deliciously fucked-up way.

I step closer and almost take a peek under the towel. But thank God, my rational mind knees its attacker in the groin and gets away.

I shove all thoughts of what’s lurking under Ethan’s towel out of my head, and I spin on my heel so my back is to him. Then I force out a breath and sneak over to his desk.

My fingers brush familiar fabric, and I grin when I see my coat hanging over his office chair. I must have forgotten it here earlier today.

I peek at him over my shoulder—only to make sure he’s still asleep—but my eyes gravitate to his enormous cock before I can stop them. I glance away, but the damage is done. A tingle starts up between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get it to stop.

Forget about him, Cassidy. You have a job to do.

The laptop screen is open, but besides one flashing light, it looks like it’s turned off. All I need to do is sneak it out of here without waking him up.

Easy peasy.

Thank God I notice that it’s still connected to its charger.

Holding my breath, I wriggle the adapter out of its socket.

Come on, come on…

As I finally get the cord free, the laptop beeps. Loudly.

Shit!

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan growls behind me.

Clapping a hand over my mouth does nothing to stifle my gasp this time. I squeeze my eyes shut as I hear the bedsprings groan in relief when Ethan stands. I can’t make myself look at him, can’t bear the thought of seeing him walking over here with that hard cock of his.

A shiver chases through my body.

“M-My coat. I came to fetch my coat.” My voice gets higher, more panicked as I speak.

There’s a soft click. The lamp on his nightstand fills his room with a faint glow.

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

By some miracle, he doesn’t seem to realize his beeping laptop woke him. Maybe I can still talk my way out of this. “I—I have to leave.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Yeah, uh…I have, uh…family emergency.”

Every hair on my body is standing on end, but I can’t make myself turn around. It’s so much easier to pretend he’s not looming behind me, head and shoulders taller than me, if I can’t see him.

“And you were planning to leave without telling me?”

“I—I didn’t want to wake you.” I whisper a belated, almost guilty, “Sir.”

“Too late.”

I spin around, my eyes glued to his—so shadowed, they could be black. He gazes at me with a tilt to his head, as if intrigued by my suicidal tendencies. The low light from the lamp highlights every muscle on his massive body, from his broad shoulders to his trim waist.

Thank God he’s wearing his towel, but I’m still too terrified to move or speak. Fuck it, I’m struggling to breathe.

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