Page 48 of The Chase

Oh boy.

She stumbles out, her blonde hair soaked and dripping water all over her wet, golden skin. Soapsuds run down her bare arms, and it’s obvious she grabbed the wrong towel because this one is too small—the top of it barely contains her breasts and the bottom barely covers her thighs. If the white terrycloth slides one inch in either direction, we’ll all be in trouble.

My mouth goes bone dry. Her legs are impossibly long and they’re so fucking sexy I can’t help picturing them wrapped around my waist.

I gulp. Hard.

Meanwhile, Hollis looks dazed. “I was just taking a leak,” he protests.

“I was in the shower!” she screeches. “And I locked the door!”

“Lock’s broken.”

“Now you tell me that!”

He rubs his eyes. “Don’t see the big deal here, babe.”

“Don’tcall me babe.”

Hunter’s door swings open. “What the hell is going on?” His eyebrows shoot up when he takes in the scene. “What did you do?” he growls at Hollis.

“I didn’t do anything,” Hollis grumbles.

“He walked in on me in the shower!”

“I was just pissing! It’s not like I gotinthe shower with you.”

“That’s not the point!” She points at the bathroom door. “See that room? It’s a sacred room! It’s a temple, Mike! It is meant for one person, and one person alone. Like solitary confinement.”

“So is it a prison or a temple?” the bonehead asks.

“Shut up,” she snaps. “And listen to me, Hollis. Unlike you, I don’t have a penis.”

“Well, thank God for that.”

“Hollis,” I warn in a low voice.

He slams his mouth shut.

“Iam a woman,” Summer continues. Her fingers tighten over the top of the towel to keep it in place. “I’m a woman living withthreemen, and I have a right to privacy. I have a right to take a fucking shower without you barging in and pulling your dick out!”

“You didn’t even see my dick,” he argues.

“That’s not the point!” She throws her arms up in frustration.

And just like that, the towel drops.

Oh sweet mother of Moses.

I catch one glimpse of full, creamy tits with pale pink nipples. One incredible, tantalizing glimpse, before Summer slaps a hand and forearm across her chest. She manages to catch the towel before it falls, using her other hand to hold it over her lower body.

Hollis looks stunned.

Hunter’s eyes are on fire.

Me, I’m doing everything in my power not to look ather. I focus my gaze on a random spot above her head and speak in a surprisingly steady voice. “It won’t happen again, Summer. Right, Hollis?”

“Right,” he assures her.

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