Page 66 of The Cask

I took him through the living room, kitchen, office, and ended at my bedroom.

“This is nice,” Omari complimented, walking toward the floor to ceiling window. He pushed the curtain open and whistled. “And this view. Can I open this?”

“Yes,” I answered distractedly.

I let my eyes wander down his muscular back before lingering on the towel. God really showed up and showed out when he designed Omari Fortune because from top to bottom, he was perfection. He looked like sex personified and I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to clear my thoughts, but they kept going back to what was beneath the towel.

“Ebony?”

I blinked rapidly and realized how distracted I was. “Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I said?” he wondered as he walked toward me.

Not. A. Thing.My gaze traveled down the length of him.

I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted.”

“By what?”

Gesturing to him, I made a face. “You! You’re going to have to put on some clothes.”

He was holding the second towel in front of him and he used his free hand to point at my closet. “Give me the biggest pair of pants you have,” he demanded, stopping a few feet in front of me.

“I did.” My eyes kept going back to the towel he was holding. “Put that towel around your shoulders or something until we get you into that t-shirt. You’ll just have to be Omari the Pooh because you’re showing too much skin for me to concentrate.”

Shaking his head, he let out a short chuckle.

“I’m serious,” I argued with a smile. “Put that extra towel around you.”

“I can’t,” he told me.

“Why?”

He exhaled. “Ebony.”

“Omari.”

Holding my gaze, he draped the towel over his shoulder.

“Thank you.” I stepped forward to wrap the towel around his neck. “If you…” My sentence trailed off the moment I stepped back and noticed his dick print against the towel tied around his waist.

Oh wow…

I ripped my eyes away from his package to his face.

“That’s why,” he whispered.

We silently stared at one another. My heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze.

I licked my lips. “Understood.”

“Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Yes.” My voice came out breathier than I intended.

“I should leave.”

My brows furrowed. “Why?”

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