Page 51 of My Secret Santa Daddies

“I was just, uh, relieving some...tension.”

“You could’ve just gone to your room.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t plan on you being here either.”

Silence falls between us. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the soft drip of water sliding down her legs.

Her eyes narrow. “You can’t just...” she trails off, her cheeks flushing even redder.

“Can’t what, Sierra?”

“Jerk off to me!”

“I wasn’t?—”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, Griffin.”

I sigh, deciding to just come clean. No point in denying it. "Fine. You're right. I was watching you. And yeah, I couldn't help myself."

Her mouth falls open, like she wasn't expecting me to actually admit it. "You're unbelievable."

“You're right," I admit gruffly. "I shouldn't have been watching you like that. It was a dick move."

Sierra glares at me, her green eyes flashing with anger and something else I can't quite read. Humiliation, maybe. Or desire. Hard to tell with the way her cheeks are still flushed and her chest is heaving.

"You're damn right it was a dick move," she snaps. "What the hell were you thinking?"

I rake a hand through my hair, frustration coiling in my gut. "I wasn't thinking, obviously. I just...saw you out there and I couldn't look away."

Her lips press into a thin line, but her gaze darts down to the bulge still straining against my zipper before flicking back up to my face. "Yeah, I can see that much."

The tension thickens between us, electric and suffocating. My cock throbs, still hard as a fucking rock despite the embarrassment of getting caught. I want to grab her, toss her down on this bed and fuck her senseless.

I run a hand through my hair, frustration and lingering arousal warring inside me.

“You thought you'd just take advantage of the situation? Get yourself off while I was..."

She can't even finish the sentence, her cheeks are burning with embarrassment. I take a step closer, my body moving of its own accord. "While you were what, Sierra? Say it."

Her breath catches, her eyes widen as I close the distance between us. "While I was...touching myself," she whispers, the words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I'm close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with a mix of anger and arousal. The thin towel clings to her still damp body, hinting at the curves underneath.

"Yeah, you were," I say, my voice low and rough. "And you looked so fucking hot doing it. I couldn't help myself."

Her lips part on a shaky exhale, tongue darting out to wet them. "You still shouldn't have watched. It was a private moment."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have been doing it where anyone could see." I reach out, brushing a damp strand of hair off her shoulder, my fingers grazing against her heated skin. She shivers at the contact. "Admit it, Sierra. Some part of you wanted to be seen. Wanted me to see you like that."

"Fuck you," she hisses, but there's no real venom behind it. Her body sways closer, like she's drawn to my heat. "You don't know what I want."

"Don't I?" My hand slides up her neck, cupping her jaw, tilting her face to mine. Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my thumb. "I think I know exactly what you want. Same thing I want. Same thing we've both wanted before."

Her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before snapping back open, meeting my gaze head on. "Griffin, don't. We can't..."

"Can't what?" I lean in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers. "Can't give in? Can't admit that there's still something between us? That there always has been?"

A soft whimper escapes her, and her hands come up to press against my chest. Not pushing me away, but not pulling me closer either. Caught in indecision. "It's not that simple and you know it."

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