Page 18 of Mischievous Lies

Hawke takes a step back, looking down at his drenched shoes. “Really? A shower head is your weapon of choice if someone breaks in?”

“How the fuck did you get past my alarms? And I’ll have you know I have a gun in the drawer beside my bed.”

He shows me a key to my apartment. “I stole this from Ford. Figured he didn’t need it anymore. And a gun? Really? That’s so sad. I was hoping you’d have a collection of toys in there.”

I roll my eyes. “I obviously have that as well.”

His entire demeanor changes as he becomes very interested in that little tidbit. “I want to see that.”

“Get out,” I growl as the cold air suddenly registers on my skin. I put the shower head back in place, flip the water to warm and step out of the spray while it heats up. “Besides, I never broke into your house. And don’t you have a little blonde to be entertaining?”

At that moment, I realize I must look like a crazy person, showering in a nightgown that is now saturated with water and clings to my wet body.

“Didn’t you have a hot date tonight? And I’ve already checked under the bed,” he says.

I choke in disbelief until I realize he’s serious.

“You’re just lucky I arrived when I did. I’m quite familiar with this showering business, and in my experience, you do it with your clothes off,” he says as he pulls his shirt off.

“What are you doing?” I squeak as he steps into my space. The reason I wanted this en suite is because it doesn’t have a door. I love the size and openness of the bathroom—it’s how I like most things—open and big.

He comes closer as if he owns this fucking shower. My gaze dips to his cock as he shuffles out of his jeans. It’s getting hard, and I lick my lips at the sight, fighting against all my natural instincts to do what my body loves the most, which is fuck.

But this is Hawke…

“You can touch it.” He smirks and nods to his cock. “It won’t bite… but I will.” He winks and pushes forward until my back hits the tile. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, and his almost-black eyes twinkle with mischief as he reaches for my body wash. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Buy your own body wash,” I bite back as he squirts some into his hands and begins to rub it against his stomach. I can’t help but watch as he glides over every ridge of his six-pack.

Fuck me, this man is something else. Nothing but sin and temptation, and that arrogant smirk takes me out at my knees.

I know I shouldn’t play into our game. But, fuck, does my body want it.

He’s killing me with a slow, torturous death.

I have to get out of here, or I’m going to do something I might not necessarily regret, but something that I’ll undeniablyget hooked on. And that’s the reason why Hawke and I haven’t blurred the lines again. But it should be him leaving; he’s inmyshower, after all.

“Get out,” I say through gritted teeth, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I try to restrain myself and do my best not to give anything away. But his arrogant smile taunts me like he knows what’s going on in my head.

“Can’t. Have to wash myself.” His hand trails down to his fully erect cock, and I swallow. Hard.

Nope. I literally have to force myself out of this room, or I won’t come back from this. I cling to the only rational brain cell left and go to push past him. His laughter bounces around the shower as he blocks my way. And trying to move him would be like trying to move a mountain, so instead, I defiantly glare up at him, a move that has been known to make men whither within seconds. I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. My fingers then trail against the heat of his skin and the hardness of his muscles.Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Remove your hands, Ivy.

This is Hawke, remember?

No touchy…

I’m internally screaming at myself, but my mind and body aren’t cooperating.

“I’d like to have that mouth all over me,” he says. And when I look back up at his face, I see he’s staring at my lips.

A flash of the woman who was sucking him off not even an hour ago comes to mind, and I shove him hard enough this time to make him take a step back. “Fuck. Off.”

“If you get me off,” he retorts as I step out of his reach.

He continues washing himself as he watches me grab a towel and wrap it around myself. This asshole really isn’t getting the memo.

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