Page 28 of Peep

“No way, it’s fucking boiling,” I argue.

Jahmar leans past me, turning off the sauna.

“Well, that’s not going to help. It takes ages to cool down.”

“I guess you’ll just have to get undressed then.” One of his eyebrows raises as if to challenge me. Being half-naked with him is a risky game to play.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and jump onto my security app to check what Femi’s up to. She’s still playing Candy Crush, oblivious to the world.

“Give me a minute,” I grumble, leaving the sauna.

I power walk to the pool entrance and lock it from the inside. Darting into the changing room, I snag a clean towel and strip off. I wrap the towel around my waist and dump my clothes, phone and keys into a locker.

What the fuck am I doing?

Going into an enclosed space, without my phone, basically naked with a potential murderer. I must have a death wish.

Jahmar

Unfastening the white towel wrapped around my hips, I widen my thighs, exposing my engorged cock. I’m playing dirty, it’s the only way I know how. I let Anders reap control over me the other night, and I felt fucking pathetic when he blocked me, so I’mtaking back control. He’ll have to suffer the sight of my cock if he wants to know my secrets.

I palm my heavy balls, full of cum that would look fucking divine smeared over his face. My dick thickens as memories of him on his knees flutter to the forefront of my mind, creating a sinfully sweet daydream.

Hearing the sauna door open, I casually remove my hand from my groin so I’m fully exposed. When Anders clocks me, he audibly swallows, and those baby blues pop. I slyly smirk; that’s the desired effect I was hoping for. The light in the sauna emits a low ember. I know he can see every inch of my body on display for him.

Anders clutches his own towel at the hip like he’s terrified I might snatch it away.

“Drop the towel, little lion.”

“No way, we’re not all exhibitionists,” he protests in his typical bratty fashion. I shouldn’t get off on his sucky attitude, but it’s fucking heady this push and pull between us.

“Just a voyeur then?” I tease, raising a cocky brow.

“Fucking arsehole.” Anders tuts and shakes his head. That adorable dimple pops, if only for a second.

“I’ve got to make sure there are no hidden cameras or listening devices. Drop the towel.”

Anders shoots daggers my way, then at a snail’s pace, peels the towel away from his slender hips like he’s doing a strip tease. I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. His eyes don’t leave mine, taunting me. Sweat trickles down my spine. The sauna should be cooling down, but seeing him bare boils me from the inside out.

Anders is slimmer than me but with subtle definition and has a fucking criminal v-line leading down to a tidy mound of dark blond pubes. My eyes drag further down, taking in every inch of his perfect dick. I watch it grow fully erect; he couldn’t stop itif he tried. I’m captivated by how it curves upwards. Fuck, I bet that will feel fantastic catching on my prostate as he pounds my hole. Which he will one day, I’m sure of it.

“Happy now?” There’s a conceited edge to his voice like he knows he has me by the fucking balls, not even figuratively speaking anymore because I’ve been unconsciously rolling my balls in my hand at his little strip show. I force my hand away.

“Yes, I’m always happy when you’re around,” I tease with a wink.

He releases a long groan, making my smile grow wider. The tension between us is unmatched. No one has ever made me feel so utterly insane for their attention. I’m not sure if it’s lust or love, but I’ve surrendered myself to it. He has permission to consume every ounce of my sanity and leave me brain-dead.

Anders picks up his towel, spreading it out on the bench opposite me. Damn it, I was hoping he’d be a little closer—baby steps. He’s here and willing to talk and hopefully fuck, but I’m getting ahead of myself now.

“Talk,” he demands, leaning back, practically pointing his throbbing cock towards me like a beacon. I have to stop myself from crawling over to him.

“How about we play a game?”

Anders shoots off the bench and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

“For fuck’s sake. It’s always a game with you. I’ve spent the past three days losing my fucking mind. Can’t you see I’m terrified about what all of this means, and you can’t even be straight with me?”

A pang of guilt chips at my protective exterior.

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