Page 87 of Stone Temptation

Stop! This can’t happen!

I retreated into the bathroom, leaning on the door for a moment to catch my breath, killing the idea of asking him to join me.

Didn’t some people spark in one day, building up to more?

Forget it!

I focused on the bathroom. Turquoise and blue tiles covered the walls and floor, the ceiling painted to resemble fluffy clouds drifting across a sky on a fine day.

Lovely, like the gargoyle himself.

White towels hung on a rack, and a cabinet above the sink was filled with toiletries. There was a toilet, a bidet, and a generously sized shower cubicle fit for a muscle machine gargoyle.

Plenty of space for two…

Ignoring my firming cock, I stripped off and found a pink toothbrush wrapped in cellophane then scrubbed my teeth clean with super minty toothpaste, finally stepping under hot water.

Ecstasy.

I washed with peppermint and eucalyptus shower gel, scrubbing my hair with a matching shampoo, then languished in the steamy heat and the reviving properties of the eucalyptus.

Until my mind decided to speak up, racing a mile a minute, denying me peace. Any trace of lusty thoughts slithered down the drain, reality back to strangle me in its chokehold.

There went that bubble again.

TWENTY

Asher

My dick basically pointed toward the bathroom like a compass of lust.

Man, I wanted to be in there with Luke, exploring his body under the showerhead. His lips had been the appetizer, the full course waiting behind that door.

A second kiss. Almost more.

Could we have more?

Poxy connection!

I splashed my face with cold water from the kitchen sink, willing my dick to deflate.

“Behave yourself,” I told it, giving it a poke through my trousers.

It twinged, calling for Luke’s ass.

Mind over shaft. Mind over shaft. We weren’t doing this. We were keeping things professional.

For the time being.

For the time being? Really? Gods help me!

It’s the connection. It’s the connection.

I requested clothes for Luke, then made the call to Carissa.

“He’s in the shower,” I said. “Can you give us twenty minutes?”

“Of course,” she answered. “See you then.”

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