Suddenly shy, she wrapped her arms tight around her stomach.
I had planned on showering, so it was convenient that, when I returned to the mansion, that was where I found her.
The fogged-up glass had blocked my view of her when I stepped into the bathroom.
I’d wanted to see her hot and wet body.
So I figured I might as well join her.
I had driven here with the intention of questioning Blair to make sure nothing was connected, but at the moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
If I found out I couldn’t trust her, I was afraid to admit it’d hurt.
Not just because I hated traitors and liars, but because I liked my Fawn. I liked being around her, liked her voice, liked how Imanaged to get answers out of her she wouldn’t tell anyone, liked how she made me feel.
I was becoming attached to her, and I didn’t want to cut that cord.
My mind scrambled in endless directions, but one thing I couldn’t do was take my eyes off her. My view roamed over her body as water poured down it.
I curled my toes as my cock twitched, already rock hard. I thought about all the ways I wanted to pound into her in this space.
Blair had the body of a goddess.
Her body would bring men to their knees in worship of it.
And me? I’d never been a man who got on his knees for any-fucking-one, but with her, I wanted to kneel and taste her everywhere.
My eyes stayed glued to her breasts that moved with every gasp she took. Gasps so intense that I heard them over the shower.
I was nearly salivating as I took in her nickel-sized nipples that begged for my mouth. I stepped closer on the tiles until my toes curled over hers. Those gasps turned more rapid when I ran my hand over her breast, running my thumb over the hard peak in the middle.
“Hello, my Fawn,” I said, my voice sounding hoarser than I’d like.
She blinked water from her eyelashes as she looked up at me with an innocent expression. My cock twitched, and I lowered my hand to stroke it once.
I raised my hand from her breast to her face, pushing the wet hair from her eyes.
She whimpered, resting her cold hands on my arms. I clocked her gaze dropping down, stalling at my cock.
Grinning on the inside only, I took her hand to wrap it around where I desperately needed it, moving it once to stroke me before she took over.
I gave her a second to relax and jack meoff.
Then two, three, four.
At five, I slid my hand into her hair and knew it was time to do what I had come here for.
I yanked her head back, and she winced, her hand falling from my cock.
Fuck, what a loss.
Her hand, her mouth, had been born to be there.
“Blair, tell me right now that you don’t know anything about these shootings,” I said with a tug of her wet hair.
Her teeth chattered, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold from us now sharing the waterorterrified of me.
“I don’t,” she finally managed to squeak out.
