Page 18 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Yes.”

Vaughn goes into the changing area, pulling the curtain across. I turn to the table and bend over, dropping my head on it with a silent groan.

Ugh. God, I can’t believe I was just twerking to Madonna, and Vaughn West walked in on me and saw me. I’m such a fucking loser.

I hear the rustle of clothing from behind me. I pick my head up, righting myself.

Vaughn West is undressing and quite possibly naked, only ten feet behind me.

Holy crap.

I’m actually starting to sweat a little.

I fan my face with my hand.

Jesus, get it together, Charly.

A minute later, I hear the rail rattle, telling me the curtain is being pulled back.

I turn around, and…holy shit.

He’s shirtless.

He’s just wearing the pants.

No shoes. Just bare feet.

Sweet baby Jesus.

Bare feet and ripped chests are my kryptonite, especially if the man has nice feet—which, of course, Vaughn does—and his chest…man alive!

It’s the kind of chest you want to spend days licking all kinds of melted sweets off. To be honest, I’d happily lick his sweat off his chest. Run my tongue over those abs and ridges, down that happy trail—

“Where do you want me?”

Is that a trick question?

I cough. “Just over here, please.”

He walks toward me, and my vagina thuds in time with his footsteps.

When he reaches me, I get a whiff of male. He doesn’t smell like I expected. I thought he’d be all rich cologne and expensive fabrics.

But Vaughn smells outdoorsy. Like cinder and spice. Like he just got back from a stint in the woods, chopping trees.

He smells good. It’s doing wonderful things to my girl parts.

I want to take a deep breath and swallow a lungful of him.

This is what two years of sex with only a vibrator and my imagination for company does.

Don’t think of the imaginary sex you’ve had with him in your head.

Don’t do it.

Of course I think about it. My brain flashes to the scene where he has me in the shower, up against the tiled wall, fucking me like a maniac. Exactly the same as what he did in the scene with Martha Vance in Ricochet. Lucky bitch. I just replaced her face with my own. I always come hard and fast to that one. It’s my favorite.

And, now, my whole body is on fire because I’m pretty sure it’s written all over my face that I’m having sex thoughts about him.