Page 7 of New Neighbor

Chapter Two

The following morning…

Benji awoke to pounding on the door. He slid out of bed and rushed through his apartment to check the spyhole.

Mac.

Looking down, he saw he was just in his pj bottoms. He ran to the bedroom, pulled on a t-shirt to cover up, and raced back to the door. He took a deep breath before opening it. “Hey.”

Mac was drenched in sweat, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny running shorts. Heat came off him in waves. The man looked too damned good for words. “Hey, is your water working?”

Once the question penetrated Benji’s lust addled mind, he walked over to the sink and turned the knob. “Seems to be working fine.”

Mac hung in the doorframe. “Mine’s not working. I called the landlord, but he can’t come over until this afternoon. I know this is forward—you don’t know me—but I’ve got an appointment in a little over two hours and just got back from a run. I really can’t show up looking like this. Do you mind if I use your shower real quick?”

I’d take you like that.Any day of the week.Dripping. Wet.“Yeah, sure. N-no problem.”

Mac smiled. “Great. Let me grab a couple of things from my place first. I’ll be right back.”

He left the door open as he crossed to his apartment. Benji raced to his bathroom, brushed his hair and teeth before he heard Mac re-enter.

“Knock-knock!”

Benji walked back out to the living room, wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand and trying to look like he hadn’t run around like a chicken with his head cut off. He pointed toward the way he’d just come. “Our apartments are pretty much the same, I think… so you know where the bathroom is.”

“Great,” Mac said, holding a towel and a toiletries bag. He closed the front door and slipped on into the bathroom.

Leaving the door ajar.

Wide enough that Benji could see the man moving around the bathroom.

Benji knew he should move…

Knewhe shouldn’t look.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He swallowed thickly, his skin on fire. His heartbeat thudded in his ears.

Mac kicked off his shoes… pulled off his socks… and then slipped those tiny running shorts and his briefs down in one push. Benji’s mouth watered. His stare took in the most perfect, round ass he’d ever seen in his life. Mac turned slightly, and Benji’s eyes widened.

The guy was gifted inallthe right places.

He licked his dry lips, feeling his body responding. The hard-on that came nearly took his breath away. It ached with every beat of his heart.

The water started, and his mind painted pictures of what was going on inside there. Water dripping over every curve and sliding down, trailing over hot skin.

His erection pulsed painfully.

Benji forced himself away from the spot he’d been frozen in, knowing he was a terrible human being for spying.

He headed to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, trying to take his mind off the hard body in his bathroom.The one with water sluicing down every nook and cranny… oh, to be that water.

Nook and crannies? Am I hungry or horny?Hmm… maybe both.After a moment, he slid an English Muffin into the toaster to accompany the egg white omelet he was prepping. He focused on breakfast instead of the man in his shower… or at least, that’s what he tried. When Mac came out not long after, Benji made sure to hide behind the small kitchen island, so the guy wouldn’t see him still sporting wood.

“I feelsomuch better. Thank you,” Mac said, running a hand over his short, wet hair. He only wore the towel wrapped around his waist, hiding little.

But then, Benji had seen almost all of it anyway. His stare fell on the chiseled hip bones jutting out just over the edge of the towel, and he drooled inwardly.

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