Page 128 of Ruthless Intent

And just like that I fall over the edge.

When my heart stops racing, and I can see again, I roll onto my side, and stare at the door separating the bathroom from the bedroom. While I watch, the faint light beneath it disappears.

I tense, waiting for him to walk out.

Five minutes pass … ten minutes … and he doesn’t appear.

I sit up.

What is he doing in there?

Before I can really consider the consequences, I’m out of bed and across the room. I throw the door open and hit the lightswitch. The change in light blinds me for a second and I blink a few times until my sight adjusts.

What fills my vision confuses me.

“Why are you lying on the floor?”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

ZAIN

The light above my head burns my eyes. I throw a hand over my face and lift myself up on the other arm.

“What the fuck?” Why the hell is she standing in the doorway?

“Why are you lying on the floor?”

“Because you’re in my bed. Why do you think? What do you want?” Thankfully I have enough wits about me not to tell her the truth.

“Oh … I … umm … need to use the bathroom.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Sighing, I throw the sheet to one side and stand.

Her strangled gasp reminds me that I’m naked.

“What?”

“Could you put some clothes on?”

“Why? Never seen a naked man before?”

“Of course I have. I just didn’t expect to see one right now!”

I snatch up the sweats I folded and left on the countertop and walk toward the door. She backs up rapidly then darts to the side so I can pass her. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s looking everywhere but at me. When I draw level with her, I stop.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“What?” The word is a strangled squeak, and her face heats up even more.

I was just throwing out the question to get a reaction. I thought I’d heard the door open above the sound of the water, but didn’t bother looking to check. I guess I wasn’t imagining it.

“Do you think I didn’t see you watching me? Is that the real reason you came in? Did you think you might catch the second act?” I watch her face carefully.

“No!” Her cheeks are bright red.

She definitely hung around to watch.

Why does the idea of her watching me jerk off heat my blood?

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