Page 51 of Reluctantly You

Last night, I stupidly showed up at his house to check on him and when he didn’t answer his door, I worried something was wrong. That he had hurt himself. So I called him in a fit of panic and the fuckface sounded annoyed I’d reached out.

Fuck me for caring.

I really shouldn’t care.

I shouldn’t have invited him to play ball with me this morning either, but here I am, watching him retreat into a shower while I stand here and grind my teeth.

I’m so fucking…intrigued. I don’t know what it is about him. But I can’t quite seem to stay away. I hate him, and yet, I don’t. Honestly, I don’t know what it is I feel about him at this moment.

I grab my things and make my way to where Mitchell disappeared. Part of me wants to walk up next to him, press his naked body up against the cool tiles and get him off.

Part of me thinks he’ll let me.

I stop near the shower entrance, seeing Mitchell’s head under the shower as I strip my clothes off. There’s no one else in here at the moment and as polite as it would be to shower on the other side of the room, I stand right next to him. I like to unnerve him—get off on it, actually.

Flicking on the water, I step under the warm spray and run my hands through my hair.

His eyes are on me, his movements stuttering. I bite back my smile as I reach over and grab my bottle of soap. I lather myself up, making sure to spend ample time on my cock.

Mitchell shifts next to me, no longer scrubbing, just eyeing me. I pull my dick up and away from my body, stroking it, leaning my head back and letting the water rush down my body.

I know he likes what he sees.

“You still have suds on you,” I say, and he startles, dropping his bar of soap on the ground.

He eyes it, and I do too.

“Bend down and grab it,” I command lowly, and he narrows his gaze at me.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” he replies, and I grin at him, my hands sliding from my dick to my chest. I watch as his eyes follow the movements.

“Am I really a pervert if you like it?” I ask, and he swallows, our gazes clashing.

“I don’t fucking like it.”

I run my tongue across the front of my teeth as my eyes land on his half-hard cock. It grows and thickens under my gaze, and I flick my shower off and run a hand through my hair. Mitchell’s eyes are all over me, sliding across my wet skin, consuming every inch of me.

“You want to touch me,” I say, and his cheeks flame.

“I don’t.”

I take a step closer to him, our bodies just inches apart. “Liar.”

He lets out a soft breath, and I can’t help but drag my finger up his side to his nipple, flicking it gently.

His eyelashes flutter, and I bite back a grin.

“See you at work tomorrow, Mr. Morris,” I say and stride around him and out of the showers, feeling his gaze on my ass the entire time.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but teasing that man is so fucking fun.

I may not like him, but goddamn, he is fun to toy with.

I don’t see Mitchell when I arrive at work Monday morning, but Shiloh says that he’s here and is working in his office. Seems he snuck in without a word to anyone. Typical.

“What did you do to him?” Shiloh asks, leaning against my desk and arching his eyebrow at me.

“What do you mean?”

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