Page 18 of My Secret Santa Daddies

And now here we are, frozen in place, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights.

I should’ve knocked or something, but when I heard her moaning my name, something in my brain just snapped. I lost all control.

“I—I’m so sorry,” I manage to stammer out, my face on fire.

“What the hell are you doing?”

What the hell am I doing?

I shut my mouth, grinding my teeth together as it takes a moment for my brain to recover from near short circuiting and for some of the blood to drain from my cock, but I’m worried that may never go down.

When Dr. Harper called me earlier, asking if I could make sure Sierra was planning on coming to the Secret Santa event, I figured it would be a quick check. I called, left a voicemail, and even knocked on the door a few times. No response. That’s when I noticed the front door wasn’t locked.

Sierra’s not the kind to just leave her door unlocked. Not with the snowstorm, and everything going on.

So, I stepped into the house, worried. It was almost noon anyways, I figured she’d be up, going about her day at least.

Now I grimace, feeling like a complete idiot. “I knocked! You didn’t answer. The door was unlocked, and I got worried. Dr. Harper asked me to check in on you, and when you didn’t pick up the phone… Look, I thought something was wrong.”

Sierra stares at me.

Her cheeks are still flaming red, and her chest is heaving with each rapid breath she takes. But after a moment, some of the tension leaves her body, and she sighs.

“I forgot to lock the door,” she mutters, more to herself than to me.

“Well, yeah, that’s why I freaked out.” I run a hand through my hair, feeling more awkward than I’ve felt in a long time. “I thought something might’ve happened. I didn’t mean to... walk in on you like that.”

Her blue eyes are wide, but the embarrassment and arousal from moments ago is replaced with something else. Anger?

“Cody, you ass?—”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve just left a damn note and minded my own business.”

Sierra’s jaw works as if she’s trying to find the right words. “It’s fine,” she finally says with a sigh, her cheeks still flushed. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

That shuts me up right quick.

The lines of her face soften, and the anger in her eyes fade, replaced by a look I can’t quite read. “Just… please, can you give me a minute to get dressed? And for the love of God, close the damn door on your way.”

“Right,” I mumble, taking a step back. “I’ll—um— be in the living room.”

I take the not-so-subtle hint and do just that, closing the door behind me with a quiet thud.

“Great job, Cody. Just great.” I mutter to myself.

It takes all my self-control not to punch the wall next to me.

I can still see her—flushed and breathless and slick with her own arousal. The memory alone makes my cock twitch, and I curse under my breath.

Genius.

I lean against the wall, closing my eyes and willing my cock to go down.

What the fuck was I thinking? I haven’t seen her in years, and yet here I am, acting like a horny teenager all over again. This trip is going to be a disaster if I don’t get a handle on myself.

I need to get out of here, fast. Before I do something even more stupid.

But as I turn to leave, the door creaks open again, this time revealing a fully clothed and much more composed Sierra. She’s got on a pair of sweats and an old sweatshirt.

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