Page 319 of Secret Shifters Next Door

“Miss Francis? Are we all good?” a voice called from behind me.

I spun, my hand already on the doorknob. It was one of the younger men who worked for my father. I’d only met him once or twice in passing. It took a second for his name to register in my brain.

“Uh, hey…uh, Emilio. I’m fine. I was going out to check on Mr. Walker. I saw him pull in.”

He glanced out the kitchen window and saw the truck; its headlights clicked off as he checked. He nodded. “Okay. I’ll let the guys outside know you’re heading to the guesthouse.”

“Thanks.” The security was necessary, but it still irked me that I’d basically become a prisoner in my own home.

Blayne had his door open before I even got to the porch. He opened his arms, and I plowed into his body, wrapping myself around him as he closed the door behind me. He held me for a moment before I pushed away and checked his body for bruises or cuts.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I haven’t heard from you all day.” I swatted his arm once it was obvious he wasn’t injured.

He smiled, but it was a tired smile. I took a step back and noticed he was sweaty, dirty, and had bags under his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “We were busy. I didn’t even get three hours of sleep last night.”

“I can tell,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “You stink. You need a shower.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “If you join me, I will.”

The temperature in the air around me immediately shot up. A tingle went up and down my legs and arms, and a pleasant ache twisted between my legs.

Blayne must have felt my mood shift. He took a step closer, pressing me against the door, the heat of his body melting into mine. My knees went weak from the oppressive sexual tension surrounding us.

“Do you want that? To join me in the shower?” Blayne asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

It only took a moment’s thought for me to decide. My mouth was dry. “I do. Yes.”

The color of Blayne’s eyes changed. For an instant, they were the bright yellow of a panther.

He smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to the bathroom. He closed the door and turned the water on. When he looked at me again, his eyes slid across my body. It was like invisible fingers caressing me as his eyes moved up and down.

My fingers were trembling as I watched him strip his shirt off and toss it to the ground. His muscles rippled and twisted as he bent over to pull off his boots and then slide his pants and underwear off. Naked, he stood in front of me, looking back at me. My gaze traced his body, across the muscles of his chest and down past his stomach to the thick, heavy cock between his legs. It was slowly growing hard as he looked at me.

I pulled my shirt off, and my breasts sprang free—I’d foregone the bra. Goose flesh erupted along the skin, and I felt the sharp ache of my nipples growing hard. I bent and slipped off my shorts and panties.

We stood naked in front of each other. I ached to reach out and touch his body. To feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the shiver of his body as my hand slid lower, and hear his gasp as my fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Blayne snapped me out of my reverie by pulling open the shower door and stepping inside. I stepped in behind him, and the steaming water hit my skin. All my tension vanished under the heat.

Blayne grabbed a bar of soap off the tile shelf and began soaping my back. I sighed and rested my hands against the wall. His hands, slippery with soap, slid up and down my back. My eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. I wanted more, but the foreplay was nice. It was exciting to draw it out, to make it last.

His hands went down my lower back, sliding across my ass as he massaged my skin before moving on. I arched my back, pushing my ass against him, and he obliged by slipping a hand down between my legs. His fingers skimmed across my puckered butthole, then up to my pussy. I gasped, almost crying outwhen he pulled his hand away after only one pass. My clit was throbbing, and I wanted him inside me.

Blayne pulled me close, his chest pressing against my back. He traced paths across my belly and up until he cradled my breasts in his hands. His soaped hands teased my nipples, pinching gently. His cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I reached back and tucked a hand between us, finally taking him in my hand. He buried his face between my neck and shoulder, gasping like I’d wanted him to. I bit my lip as I started stroking him. The thick, muscular cock throbbed under my fingers as he continued to massage my breasts.

“I want you,” I whispered.

Blayne turned me around to face him. He pulled me into a kiss that made the world vanish. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of us. Our bodies slid against each other as we hungrily pawed at each other’s bodies. Soap streamed off our bodies under water, and with a low moan, Blayne turned the shower off and opened the door.

He stepped out and dried off, then pulled me out of the shower and gingerly patted my skin dry. When he’d dried my breasts, he leaned forward and languidly slid his tongue across one of my nipples. It was like an electric pulse straight from my chest to between my legs. A moan escaped me as he took me in his mouth, sucking and tugging at my nipples. His hand moved below my waist, and I almost cried out when he thrust two fingers inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up as my legs turned to jelly under his ministrations. Christ, nothing had ever felt this good, and we hadn’t even really started yet.

He worked his fingers in me, fucking me with his hand until I was on the edge of coming.

Not wanting to finish yet, I pulled his hand away and pushed him up until he was standing above me. I went to my knees andtook his cock in my hand. I looked up until our eyes met, and the desire in his eyes spurred me on. I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth.

Blayne’s eyes closed and his head tilted back in ecstasy. The warm, rock-hard flesh slid to the back of my throat. I moved my mouth back and forth across his shaft several times, caressing his balls as I did. I took the head between my lips and sucked at it, flicking my tongue across the glans.

“Holy fuck. Oh shit.” His words came in a grunt. Warmth spread through. I was the one pleasing him. There was something hot about watching a big, strong man like Blayne turn to putty in my hands.

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