Page 71 of Perfect Score

“Trust me...” He reaches down and adjusts his hard-on. “Or better yet, let me prove it.”

My ears perk up at “prove it.”

“How would you do that?”

The question isn’t necessary. His hooded eyes and the growing bulge in his jeans say it all.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, taking another scan of my body.

“If you let me in, I’ll show you.”

My belly flutters with the memory of how good last night was with him. Maybe I should say no and turn him away, but my sex-starved body begs me to give him another night.

I nod in agreement.

He grins back at me.

That sexy, confident smile.

He doesn’t waste any more time and crosses his arms over his body, gripping the bottom hem of his T-shirt, then pulling it up and over his head.

I swallow hard as his bare torso comes into view. It’s not the first time I’ve seen his chest, but this is the first time he’s stripping down for me. I let myself admire every mountain and valley of his ripped body.

The second he pulls his T-shirt over his head, his eyes lock back onto mine. He discards his T-shirt, and it slides against the glossy white bathroom floor, stopping under the bathroom vanity table.

Next, his fingers work to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

I watch as Brent pushes his jeans down to his ankles with both hands and then tears them off, kicking them toward the vanity as well.

When he straightens back up, his hard erection reaches out toward me, his boxer briefs straining to keep him in, the front of its elastic band no longer touching his skin due to how far his boxers have to stretch to accommodate his protruding cock.

I clear my voice and fidget in the tub, reaching out and gripping around the sides of it.

I can’t take my eyes off the impressive erection between his thighs, and all I can think of is what it would feel like if Brent filled me with it.

He walks toward me until he stands at the side of the tub.

I glance back down at his boxers still on his body.

“Aren’t you going to take those off?” I ask.

As if that’s the most important thing I should be asking right now.

“That’s up to you, Zoe. I want to make you forget tonight, and I don’t want you to think I expect anything in return.”

I appreciate that he’s trying to make me feel more comfortable, but I don’t want anything between us anymore.

I want to forget Liam.

“Will it be any different if you take them off?” I ask.

Why do I want him to tell me that it will? That with nothing between us, there’s nothing off-limits with him tonight.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I won’t cross any boundaries you set, with or without them on.”

His eyes stare back into mine, waiting patiently for my answer.

“Then take them off,” I tell him.

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