Page 15 of Off-Limits to the Grizzly

Dangerous.

Because it makes me want all kinds of things I shouldn’t.

When he caught me touching myself, I was so embarrassed, I thought I was gonna die. How would I ever be able to face him again?

But he was actually pretty cool with it.

It’s perfectly natural to explore your body.I think of him saying these words in his deep, dark, rumbling voice.

Good thing he didn’t know I was fantasizing abouthimexploring my body.

Take all your clothes off and spread your legs for me, Blair.

Fuck. And there goes my clit, tingling like crazy again. I slide my hand into my jeans. Maybe I should finish what I started—

Nope.

Not about to get caught for a second time.

How long was Mr Johnson out there watching me?

Was he spying on me deliberately?

No, that’s crazy.

A crazy, crazy fantasy.

I get up and add another log to the fire he made, then I start washing the dishes, hoping to distract myself from these filthy thoughts.

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When I wakeup next morning, white light is showing between the plaid curtains covering Mr Johnson’s bedroom window. I have the sense that something disturbed me, but when I strain my ears, all I can hear are the sounds of the forest.

It took me a long time to fall asleep last night. I felt so bad that I was in Mr Johnson’s bed while he was… wherever he was. I wanted to message him and tell him that I’d sleep in Kayla’s room, and he should sleep in his own bed, but I realized I don’t have his number.

The smell of him between the sheets was also real distracting. Every time I started to drift off, another burst of arousal would hit me again.

So, I wound up touching myself.

Even though I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. It was the only way I was gonna get to sleep. I imagined giving Mr Johnson a show, while he watched me through the window. Writhing around, running my hands all over my body. Letting him see everything. Then, when I’d gotten him all wound up, he’d burst through the door and take me savagely. Force his big cock inside me. I bet he’s got a humungous cock. He’s too all-round massive not to.

My cheeks burn at the memory. I should not be thinking about him like that. There’s probably a special place in hell reserved for people who jerk off thinking about their best friend’s dad.

I open the curtains a chink.

Holy crap.Mr Johnson is the very first thing I see. And not only that. He’s stripped to the waist, and he’s chopping wood. Swinging a big old axe over his head, before bringing it down on the block and annihilating each chunk of wood. I stare at him mesmerized. His muscles are huge. Rippling. Shoulders, biceps, abs, all totally stacked. No dad bod in sight. His skin is tan, even though it’s winter.

He pauses, wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, and turns his head toward me.

Fuck. I’m still staring. I jerk back, but it’s too late. He’s seen me.

I lift a hand and give a limp wave.

He waves back.

Then he strides toward the cabin.

I leap out of bed, drag some clothes on, and burst out of the bedroom door.

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