This means I need to be focused and give him absolutely no attention and refuse to evenlookat him and my god why is he only wearing a towel?
My face twitches a little as I force it to stay focused.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he walks by, towel wrapped around his waist.
“Throwing my clothes in the washing machine. Might that be a problem?” he asks as he cocks his head to the side and my eyes travel down his chest. There are still beads of water on his shoulder, like does he not even know how to dry off properly? Or was he so eager to get down here to pester me that he didn’t dry off?
“It’s awfully hard to work when your eyes are roaming all over me. Makes me blush,” he says before he walks through the door into the laundry room. HeknowsI’ll get a clear view of everything going on from where I’m sitting.
But why would I need a clear view of anything when I’mworking?
“I would think that you surely have clothes to put on and don’t need to wait until they’re washed. Are you so attached to something you’re tossing in the washer that you must strut around like a barbarian to do it?” I growl.
“I am fully covered. I’m more covered than if I’d come down in shorts,” he says. “Are you simply jealous because you are sweltering under that suit that you refuse to remove?”
“I like my suit.”
“I like being nude.”
I tsk and turn my attention back to my computer, but when I look up, he’s leaning over the washing machine like he might see something magical in the bottom of it.
“Ellie SugarPie, your washing machine doesn’t like me,” he says.
“Stop coming up with ridiculous pet names for me.”
“Well, I don’t know your middle name, so I have to call you something.”
I eye him and something hits me. “There’s no fucking way you don’t know my middle name. You probably know more about me than I know about myself.”
“You’re right, Ellison Claremont… You sound so fancy.”
“Jesus.”
Asmodeus closes the lid before turning around to look at me as he hops up onto it. “It’s so rumbly.”
“Get off the fucking washing machine,” I grumble.
“Why? I like it. I feel like a housewife needing a real man.”
I slam my laptop shut and head toward the laundry room. His lips quirk, which is the last thing I see before I slam the door shut. Then all I can hear is his cackling.
I don’t even make it back to my laptop before he pulls the laundry room door open and steps out. “Do not fear, Ellison, I shall clothe myself. We both know that if I finally got you to cave, you’d come so fast you’d embarrass yourself after being pent up for so long.”
“You’re not that good.”
He walks up behind me so I can feel his breath on my ear as he murmurs, “Guess you’re never going to find out.” Then he steps past me. My hand moves of its own accord, wrapping around his wrist.
“And if I make you come first, what exactly do I get?” I ask.
“Anything you want. Because I’m not afraid of losing this bet.”
I grab his neck and draw him in to face me, wanting to wipe that cocky grin off his face. Wanting to make him beg for more. I’m left wondering what he looks like when he’s aching for release.
No, no, no… I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself I’d keep him out of it.
But this is just fun, right? That’s all this is? That’s all I’ll let this be. No emotions, nothing more. Just sex.
I let my thumb trail over his lips while he watches me, waiting for my answer to the stupidest bet I could have ever taken. When did I stoop so low?
