“What happened to privacy?” he asks. Screw privacy, take your shorts off.
“Oh, yeah. I was, uh...” God, look at his chest. What I wouldn’t give to just drag my fingers over his pecs, dig my nails into his sides, and lick his abs.
“You were what?”
Oh shit, right.
“Texting,” I answer, holding up my phone. “And before you jump down my throat about confidentiality, I haven’t told Timmy anything.”
“I trust you,” he says in a light tone.
Wait... a light tone? There was no snap in his voice. No crackle of thunder booming from his chest. It was... pleasant. Man, that run must’ve really helped his frustrations. He was even able to run off his scowl.
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I should give you your privacy.”
“Before you go,” he calls out, “I spoke with Brimar, who spoke with the head of our security. We all agree that it would be okay for you to receive the Informative.”
I prop up even more. “Wait, you mean, the gossip going around town?”
“Yes. We feel it will help you connect better and, since it’s about the people of the country and not the inner workings of the state, you don’t have to be classified to receive it.”
I clap my hands together in excitement. “Oh my God, this is so thrilling. How will I get it?”
“It comes to me through text every morning. I’ll copy and paste and send it to you.”
“Ahh, this is so much fun. Ooo, I hope there’s some juicy scandal in tomorrow’s edition. Something to kick things off with. Thank you for asking, Keller. That means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome,” he says softly and then adds, “Tonight, after dinner, we’re going to do some more training.”
My excitement falls, like a contestant on that Wipeout show.Ka-blamo, splat, right into the water. “Wow, you really wear that killjoy title well, don’t you?”
“The training won’t take place in the room.”
I perk up again. “Really? Where will it be?” What a roller coaster of emotions.
“Just dress warmly.” He pushes off the doorframe and backs into the bathroom, where I hear him turn on the shower. He moves toward the sink, and I can’t tear my eyes away as he loops his fingers into his shorts and drops them, revealing those briefs again. And the side angle does not disappoint as I take in the bulge between his thick thighs.
Curved, the head of his cock pressing tightly against the fabric, it’s so tempting. If it’s this big flaccid, how large can it be when erect? Curious minds want to know. Curious hands want to touch. Curious mouths want a solid fuck.
“Lilly?”
“Yeah?” I respond, my gaze snapping up to his.
“Are you going to stay and watch me?”
Can I?
Don’t mind if I do.
Let me grab some popcorn first.
“Uh, no. Sorry.” I clutch my phone to my chest. “Got my phone. All set. You, uh, you have a nice shower. See you at dinner.” I squeeze past my door and down the stairs. I sit at the base of them, my face flushed, my fantasies running wild.
My phone buzzes in my hand.
Timmy:Have you hooked up with Thor yet?
If he only knew. I text him back.
