Page 5 of The Man of the House

The shower is running, which means only one thing. Evan is here, taking a shower. Something I should be doing, too. Except, it doesn’t propel me to mind my own business and step out. No, sir. Something about the sound lures me in until I stand in front of his bathroom door.

I still have time to back out and pretend I almost made a mistake. He hasn’t seen me, so I can run back out, and there won’t be any awkwardness in the morning.

But…

The door creaks, and steam hits me full in the face. I can see Evan’s silhouette, but that’s it. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I couldn’t see without my glasses.

He turns off the shower, and I stand frozen in the doorway.

“Elena?”

I don’t see him clearly until he’s a few feet away from me, standing in all his naked glory. And by God, his body is insane and unreal.

My eyes take him in. The broad shoulders, the hard chest, the washboard abs, and the …

I swallow hard, my throat dry, every inch of my body clenching at the sight, wetness pooling between my thighs. His cock is massive and glorious and … standing proud.

He’s aroused, and when I gaze back up at his eyes, it has darkened. I’m face to face with a different version of Evan. An Evan that has awakened all my lady parts. An Evan I want to pounce on.

“Elena, what are you doing? Why are you here?” His voice is low and deep, devoid of any friendliness and warmth. Am I delusional, or can I hear his longing?

My core throbs, and I cross my legs instinctively, seeking friction. He doesn’t miss the movement, and his jaw clenches. I have never seen this side of Evan, but my body responds to the primal desire clouding his eyes. It’s the desire that mirrors my own.

“Elena, you either leave now or I won’t be responsible for what happens in the next ten minutes.”

“What happens next?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“What if I do?”

“Elena…”

In another time and another place where I have my wits about me and I’m not stupid, I would have run away as far as I could. Maybe check into a hotel and never see Evan again.

Instead of that rational, wise Elena, another version of me rises to the surface, and I give in to my desires. Desires that have been clawing at me since day one.

I drop the towel to the floor, ignoring how raw and vulnerable I feel.

“Ten minutes.”

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EVAN

No way.

No fucking way.

This isn’t happening. Elena isn’t attracted to me. I’m dreaming. Probably sleepwalking. And I’ll wake up any minute soon.

Elena backs into the room until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. She’s naked and as perfect as I pictured her in my head. No, scratch that. She looks way better than the image of her I used to jerk off to.

Small, perky tits, soft stomach, and thick thighs.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

“Elena, I’m giving you one last chance to run away from me.”

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