Page 36 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“Oh my god, you were? Ew, and now I have to shower after you.”

“Get out!”

“Now that I have you in a situation where you can’t leave unless you want me to see you naked…” I peek around the curtain and see her prop herself up on the counter. “Telling my customers you’re my boyfriend has to stop.”

I grin. “Why, when it works so well?”

“It’s pissing me off.”

I get back under the showerhead and wash my hair. “That’s the point.”

“It makes my charters think I can’t handle myself out there. Stop doing it.”

“But it’s okay for you to put a dead fish in my boat?”

She laughs. “Okay, I’m sorry for that. Kind of.”

I finish showering and turn off the water, grabbing my towel from the rack and drying myself behind the curtain. “It’s now or never, Chevelle. Leave the bathroom.”

“There you go, always bossing me around.” I hear her hop down from the counter.

I purposely open the curtain, towel wrapped around my waist. Now that junior has calmed down, he’s not sticking out of the opening.

She covers her eyes. “I was leaving.”

I step out of the shower. “Don’t leave on my account.”

I love playing games with her. She scrambles for the door with her hand over her eyes.

“Seriously though, don’t finish in the bathtub. I take baths in there.” She opens the door.

“It goes down the drain.”

“Ew!” A full-body shiver racks her.

I put my hand on the door to keep it shut and lean into her. She turns and her back falls against the door. She stares up at me, the humor in the small space dissipating, replaced by heady lust.

God, I want her so fucking bad.

“Next time, don’t come into the bathroom until I’m done.”

She glances down. “Done doing what?”

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

I see the challenge in her eyes. She wants me to say it and a big part of me wants to tell her. Maybe if I do, the visual from moments before will come true.

I lean in closer, my mouth inches from her ear, and she doesn’t pull back. “Do you want to know who and what I was imagining?”

Her breath hitches and I step in even closer, our bodies about to touch.

“What’s your answer, Chevelle?” I whisper, my breath blowing in her ear.

She squirms, and I’d bet money her nipples are peaked. I know I’m hyperaware of her being so close to me.

All the reasons I can’t touch her run through my mind. Fisher, my best friend who is trusting me to live with his little sister. The fact that her family is like my own family at this point and if I ever hurt Chevelle, I’d do irreparable damage to my relationships with the rest of the Greenes. And the fact that I don’t think either of us is looking for anything serious.

I draw back from her ear and my eyes fix on her lips. Her tongue slides out and coats her plump lips. She wants this just like I do. She’s inches away and all I want is to feel her tits smash into my naked chest and feel her lips on mine.

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