Page 48 of One Touch

“If you’re grateful, maybe you should give her a nice big bonus.” Sam waggled his eyebrows.

I was about to snap something back when the chief’s voice boomed out across the yard. “All right, back to work! Move it, ladies!”

Good. More work. Anything to help me forget about my terrible, incurable crush.

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In the spirit of forgetting about all things romance, I decided to head back home to my empty home and jack off.

Lily was still at her bookstore until Ava finished school, so it was the perfect time for me to get rid of some of this pent-up tension.

I pulled up outside my place and quietened the car engine. It had been a minute since I had last masturbated. I was already getting excited at the prospect. Maybe I’d be able to smell Lily in the house. Strawberries and spice and all things nice, that’s what Lily Lane was made of.

Just as I was about to push the front door open, I heard something—a strangled cry coming from inside, then a string of muffled, but clearly audible curse words.

What the hell?

I cautiously opened the front door, not sure what to expect. Right there, in the middle of the laundry room, was Lily. Her red hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, tendrils escaping to frame her flushed face. But it was her outfit that made my jaw drop.

She wore a skimpy white bra, the fabric soaked through and practically transparent, her pink nipples clearly visible through it. She wore white panties too, so small they were barely there, and they were also soaking wet, revealing a curl of red hair beneath them that made my cock instantly stand to attention. She looked like a wet dream come to life.

“E-Ethan!” Lily squeaked, her eyes wide with surprise. “You’re home early.”

“What are you doing here?” I managed to croak out, my throat suddenly dry.

She bit her lip, gesturing to the washing machine, which was spewing soapy water all over her and the floor. “I wasn’t feeling work today, so I decided to surprise you by doing some laundry and making dinner. But I think I broke the machine somehow!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, trying to work my lust for Lily out of my system, and she shows up in my house looking like she’s entering a fucking wet t-shirt contest.

“Let me take a look,” I offered, brushing past her to examine the machine.

There it was. The scent of strawberries.

“I don’t know what I did! Something flashed up about changing the filter, which I think I did properly, but then when I started it up again all the water started coming out of that pipe.” She pointed, and to my shame, I couldn’t help but notice the slick curve of her chest as she stood with her arm extended. My cock twitched in my pants. I’d come back expecting to give myself some relief, and now it felt as though my balls were practically blue.

“You got all wet.” I swallowed, hard.

“It was spraying all over me,” she said.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“At least it’s not spraying out anymore,” I managed.

I was so damn horny it felt like my head was spinning. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was impossible with her hovering so close, her damp skin glistening in the fluorescent light.

As I pulled out the sodden filter, I grasped for any topic of conversation to distract me from Lily’s intoxicating presence. “Training was good.”

“Great!” she attempted a smile.

“Tough being away from the garage so much, though.” Why was I so boring? There was a fucking angel standing next to me. An angel who just a few days ago had her hand wrapped around my cock.

And I was talking about work.

I grabbed a couple of towels from the cupboard and laid them down on the floor, trying to soak up some of the spilled water. Then, I wiped my hand on the towel and did my best not to notice Lily’s hard nipples, pushing out the almost invisible fabric of her bra.

“How come you didn’t go to work today?” I asked.

Ah yes. More work chat. What a cool guy.

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