The blasted dog bites at me. He misses and sinks his teeth into my towel. Faye frantically swipes at her dress. The not-so-innocent guest tugs the T-shirt away from her skin.
Then they’re both swatting the steaming liquid off my chest as my hands are busy clamped around them, stopping all of us from crashing to the floor.
That’s when I feel the towel around my waist give way
One second it’s there, the next it’s gone, ripped clean off by the leg-humper.
I freeze.
Heat spikes.
Yip yip yip’secho down the hall as their tiny paws pitter-patter and fade into nothing.
And just like that, I’m left standing exposed.
I close my eyes and tilt my head to the ceiling, cursing this entire morning.
I don’t have to look at the women to know they know the towel has dropped.
For a long, horrible beat, we freeze, unmoving.
Without a word.
Without a breath.
“Well, this will forever be memorable.” Wilma’s dry, but teasing tone comes from the hallway.
I force open my eyes.
“Will it ever.” Faye smiles seductively at me.
It’s not the first time an older woman doesn’t hide her appreciation for my body, but it sure is the first time I’m fully exposed. An apron usually covers my lower bits.
I clear my throat. “Are you ladies alright?” At least I sound like I’m not dying inside.
“Yes,”Little Miss Perfectsays quickly.
“Uh-huh.” Faye presses her lips together, and I know she’s trying her hardest to keep her gaze above my waist.
We all step back. I snatch the nearest pillow and shove the frilly, lace quilted square over my dick.
Appreciative sounds echo as my ass makes an appearance.
Grand.
“We have a problem.”Little Miss Sneak In And Denykeeps her shirt lifted slightly from her skin.
“I can think of a few problems at this point.” Lace threads prickle and bristle against my dick, making it hard to focus.
Her hands land on her curvy hips, and her body snaps into defence mode.
Now that she’s not against me, I notice she’s not even dressed to seduce. Just a pair of jeans, a plain T-shirt, and her hair is pulled into a sloppy mess atop her head.
I like it.
But I’ve learned it’s what’s underneath the outfit that is the real question.
That’s where they do the work—showing up wearing a long trench coat to fling it off with nothing more than a sexy bra and panty set. Then they’re ready to tumble in my sheets, or in the shower, or against the wall.
