Page 93 of Proposal Play

Her hand slips between her thighs as she falls back into deep sleep.

There’s only so much I can take.

I grit my teeth, suppress a groan, and head straight tothe bathroom. I’m naked in seconds, stepping under the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, imagining her herelast night.

Out theretonight.

And all the things I want to do to her.

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THINGS WE CAN’T UNSEE

Maeve

Mmm. The day swims before my eyes, syrupy and warm. But it’s warm here, too, in this big, comfy bed. Fumbling around under the covers, I kick off a corner of the blanket…when my eyes float open.

Rude.

I’d rather be sleeping.

I glance down at my legs. Oh. I fell asleep in my clothes. My eyes are sticky and my makeup clings to me. I groan. I should change. I should brush my teeth. I should wash off my makeup.

I drag myself out of bed, half-awake. Or half-asleep. Maybe both. Definitely both. I trudge to the bathroom in the dark, a huge yawn taking over me and blocking out the world as I turn the knob.

Oh. There’s a faint light on. Just one of several in the bathroom, keeping it dimly lit.

Wait.

Did Asher come home?

When the yawn ends a century later, I turn my head and I’m hit by steam, the rhythmic sound of the shower, and the sight of…Asher under the water, eyes closed, with a very ambitious erection in his big hand.

Fully awake, I squeeze my thighs together.

I don’t move a single, solitary muscle. I roll my lips together, sealing in all my sounds, every breath.

Don’t make a noise.

I bargain with my wild heart to beat quietly. With one hand grabbing the edge of the sink, I stare shamelessly at the man behind the glass, six feet away and diagonally across the room. His back’s to me, but I can see the side view.

His powerful thighs, his muscular ass, his firm abs, and one incredibly impressive bicep, flexed nice and tight as he strokes.

It’s a deliciously lazy stroke.

Like he’s testing out the weight of his cock in his hand, and the interest of his dick in a quick ride. But the assessment doesn’t last long. In a few seconds, his dick must answer with ahell yessince Asher’s hand glides along his thick shaft with lustful purpose.

His grip tightens as he reaches the tip. My eyes pop, and I rein in a feral gasp as he squeezes it, then lets out a shuddery breath.

This is so wrong.

This is such a violation.

I should go.

I really need to leave.

Right. Now.

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