Page 246 of The Bonus

“I’m heavy to take up the stairs.”

“No, you’re not. Come talk to me while I get ready.” He carries me up the stairs, down the hall, and into the grand bedroom, then lays me on the four-poster bed.

“I have to shower. Do you need anything?” He passes me my phone.

“Nope. I’m good.”

He disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower running. Although I can’t see him in the bathroom, I can see his reflection in a mirror in the bedroom. He takes his shirt off over his head and his broad, muscular back comes into view.

My heart stops as I stave off excitement.

He drops his pants, and although I can’t see below his waist, my breath falters anyway. Just knowing he’s naked in there does things to me. I drag my eyes back to my phone.

Stop it.

“You hungry?” he calls.

I glance up and see him in the shower washing his hair, his eyes closed and the soap running down his wet body. His biceps bulge as he moves his hands.

Jeez.

“Not really.”

Focus.

I keep scrolling through Instagram, and I couldn’t tell you what I’m looking at because my mind is in the shower. I hear it turn off and pretend not to notice.

Don’t look up.

Gabriel walks back out into the bedroom with a white towel around his waist, his body a ripple of muscle and water beads on his olive skin. I swallow the lump in my throat. “What do you want for dinner?” he asks as he walks into his wardrobe.

“Anything,” I reply, distracted.

He reappears with a suit and shirt and lays them on the bed beside me, he grabs some briefs from the drawer and then drops his towel, I’m hit in the face with thick quad muscles, short well-kept pubic hair and his huge dick that hangs heavily between his legs. It’s half erect, not fully…but damn…

My eyes linger before I drag them up to his eyes. Satisfaction flashes across his face.

“I don’t think you need to get dressed in front of me,” I mutter, embarrassed he’s caught me ogling.

“You’ve seen me naked before.”

“We’re friends for the moment.”

“Yeah, well.” He dries his crotch with the towel. “Happy to dress in front of my friends too.” Standing at the end of the bed, he pulls his black Calvin Klein underpants up and then puts his white shirt on. His eyes hold mine as he does the buttons up in slow motion.

My sex clenches in appreciation…

“Maybe we should just get something easy for dinner tonight.” I try to change the subject.

“Like what?” He pulls his suit pants on and zips them up, then walks over to the dresser and sprays his aftershave on.

Leg-opener cologne.

It 100 percent works, because my legs are literally opening against my will.

“I don’t know…” I breathe, his scent intoxicating me by the second. “Something easy after a hard night.”

His dark eyes rise to meet mine, and he pulls his tie around his neck. “I like the way you say hard night.” He does his tie, and I have to wonder…is there anything hotter than a man standing at the end of your bed, tying up his tie?

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