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“Rain,” I called. The woman who I’d just jerked off to stopped her hurried retreat, hand tightly gripping the doorframe. “Did you need something?”

“Clothes,” she rasped, voice slightly breathless. “Last night you said I could borrow some.”

“Damnit, I forgot.”Because I was too busy watching you, then jacking off to the memory.“I’ll find you some. Give me a second.”

My wet bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as I paused in front of the dresser. In the mirror hanging on the wall, I eyed her frozen frame where she’d yet to turn around. I hadn’t heard her call out my name when she entered the bedroom. How long had she been standing there before I caught her? Did she see me beating off in the shower, watching me like I did her last night?

I rolled my eyes at the twitch of my cock beneath the towel.For fuck’s sake.If this kept up, my dick would be raw from how much I’d need to jerk off to keep it from punching through my pants every five minutes.

“You can, um, finish.” My hand tightened around the athletic shorts I was pulling out of the drawer for her. “The shower, I mean. Or drying off.” Her hair dipped farther down her back as she tipped her face to the ceiling. “Not that I was watching. Or saw anything.”

My lips curled in a silent smile. “Are you sure about that? Because I know I saw plenty last night.”

She fell to the doorframe, the wall literally saving her from crashing to the floor. “Right. Well, I just saw your tattoos. All of them.”

I chuckled at her obvious embarrassment. If she saw all my tattoos, the ones that covered my entire chest, arms, and thighs, then there was no way she missed my recently spent cock slapping between them. That was where most women’s eyes went when they saw me naked. It always intrigued me if hunger or fear would emerge once they took in my size.

What could I say? I was fucking huge everywhere, and my dick was no exception.

“Here you go.” When she still refused to turn around, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you still want the clothes, Rain?”

“What? Oh, yes. Of course. I just put these back on before grabbing a shower and….” She muttered something under her breath. The tips of her hair whipped across my bare skin when she whirled around. Her hazel eyes didn’t meet mine; instead, they slid down my mostly naked body. “Oh, you have a towel on now. Good. That’s good.”

Though her tone said otherwise.

“Take the clothes, Rain.” There was only so much of her staring at where my towel now tented that I could take. “I’ll get dressed and make breakfast. We can figure out a game plan for restoring your place and replacing the essentials before we head to work.”

Her narrow shoulders rounded as her head bobbed up and down. “Yeah, that makes sense. I honestly don’t even know where to start.”

“I do,” I assured her with confidence. “Replace the things you need right away, file a claim with your insurance, and start putting back together what last night took away.”

Rain huffed. “Like my sense of safety?”

Knuckle beneath her chin, I tipped her face up to mine. “That will come with time, baby. Not that you need to go back there anytime soon. You can stay here, safe, with me for as long as you need.” I swelled with pride at the immediate relief my words had on her tense posture. “But we’ll start with replacing those shoes you love so much. Go shower, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen with my iPad to get started.”

Her eyes flicked between mine, indecision clear, before she propelled forward, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Thank you.” With one more tight squeeze, she hurried down the hall.

I watched until she disappeared into the room she and Jameson had shared last night.

And I had to wonder.

Would we be sharing mine tonight?

* * *

Dressedin a pair of joggers and a T-shirt, I lumbered toward the kitchen. My steps faltered at finding Jameson already up, sitting on the breakfast nook bench, feet up and laptop open on the wooden table. His attention flicked from the screen, and he hitched his chin in greeting.

Not a morning person, it seemed.

I began gathering all the shit needed for my morning smoothie and turned on the coffee. When the roar of the high-powered blender reverberated through the entire kitchen, I chuckled, the sound swallowed by the noise, at the feel of Jameson’s hateful glare burning into my bare back.

“Is that really necessary at this hour?” he groused the second the sound cut off.

“Yep.” Without turning, I tilted my head toward the coffee machine. “Coffee is ready.”

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled.

While he made his coffee, I poured my breakfast into a fresh glass, storing the extra in the fridge for Rain, and pulled out a stool from beneath the counter.

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