Page 93 of Gunner

“I’m fucking real, baby.”

She groaned and squeezed, making me thicken again.

“I need a shower though. Then we’ll go to bed and talk.”

Her eyes flew open. “Bed? Talk about what?”

“Us, baby.” Standing up, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it in the basket in the corner. Haizley watched with lust-filled interest as I unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off.

Seeing her eyes widen when I stood up and she got her first look at me, had me chuckling. She bit her lip. Her eyes never left my cock as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked.

“You coming with me?”

“Huh?” She shook her head and looked up. Her throat constricted as she swallowed. A pink tint covered her body, and my dick hardened in my hand. “Um... no”

I turned and opened my dresser, grabbing a shirt. I held it out to her.

“I prefer you naked, but you can put this on if you want.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, taking the shirt and holding it to her chest. I was surprised she could respond with the way her eyes continued to feast on me.

“Don’t leave this room,” I ordered, then thought better of it. Gathering up her clothes, I brought them into the bathroom with me.

“What the hell?” she whined.

She hadn’t given me any reason to think she wouldn’t obey.

So far, she had willingly followed every command I’d given her, except when it came to her patients. Which I would have to concede. I knew her work was important, not only to her, but to her patients.

However, this was very new. I couldn’t take the chance this would be the time she disobeyed me.

“I’ll only be a minute.”

Walking into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet under the sink and tossed her clothes in there. I knew my shirt would fit her like a dress, given the difference in our sizes. But I was also counting on her discretion preventing her from leaving my room in anything other than her clothes.

I left the bathroom door open for two reasons. I wanted to hear if she opened the door to leave, and I wanted her to hear me call out her name when I fucked my hand. I loved her obedience, but her sass made me hard.

I came a second time in the shower with her name on my lips and then quickly washed up. Leaving the bathroom, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around me. I walked into my room, rubbing the towel over my wet skin, and was happy to see her right where I left her. Shirt still in her hand.

“Did you just...?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you just... um finish again? In the shower?”

“I did.” Outwardly, she seemed pissed off at the smirk on my face. But the frown caused by her tipped down lips and the furrow between her eyes couldn’t hide the heat in her gaze.

“Does it make you wet thinking about me fucking my hand in the shower? Does it turn you on that it’s your face and your body I think about while I pull on my dick?”

“No.”

“Liar,” I accused as I tossed the towel on top of my discarded clothes and climbed into bed next to her. I pulled the shirt from her hands and threw it across the room.

“Hey, I was going to put that on.”

“You had your chance. You missed it.” Pulling her into my arms, I pushed her head down on my chest. “Lie down so we can talk.”

“Gunner, I need to go back to my room.”

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