Page 88 of Smut

But all I can do is smile.

I just had sex.

A lot of sex.

With someone other than Alan.

And it was the best fucking sex of my life.

And the guy who did it is lying in his bed, with his golden, toned body, all male, all in charge, and it’s the guy I never thought it would happen with.

I know I have two choices now. I can go back in there, tell him it was a mistake, and for the sake of our careers we shouldn’t do it again. Or I can go back in there and get royally, beautifully fucked again.

Decisions.

But a knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts.

“Are you decent?” Blake asks from the other side. “Or trying to climb out the window?”

I flush the toilet. “Just a minute,” I tell him, quickly washing my hands.

I open the door and he’s standing there completely nude, his dick looking spectacular even semi-hard. More images from last night flood my brain and I’m surprised at how fast I’m turning into a horny perv at the sight of a half-hard peen.

Of course I’m so distracted by that, that I forget I’m nude too. His eyes rake over my body, probing and relentless, and he gives me a lopsided grin. “I can’t believe I have you standing here naked in my bathroom,” he says, shaking his head. He then brushes past me. “I have to piss. Give me a second, then we’ll take a shower.”

Showering together? I quickly get out of the bathroom and find myself hovering in the hallway, unsure of what to do with myself. Again, I could tell him no.

Or I could shower with him.

I’ve never actually showered with a guy before. I’m not even sure if it’s supposed to lead to sex.

Might be good practice for the next book, I tell myself.

Or I could just run like hell.

The door opens a crack and he peers at me through it. “Good. Thought maybe you left.”

I didn’t even get a chance. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him.

He opens the door wider and strides over to the shower, and even though I saw his ass a million times last night during the Fluffy escapade, it’s still a sight to behold.

What a fucking wonderful ass.

He turns around, the water running.

And an even better cock.

I mean. Damn. Seriously.

I could write an entire book about his cock.

In fact, I might have to.

I step into the shower, trying to shed any ounce of insecurity.

It’s all gone the moment he lays his hands on me.

Soap works its way over my body, over every crevice, his hands gentle with just enough pressure, sliding over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my thighs.

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