Page 15 of I Knead You Tonight

His lips pull up at the corners. “Go shopping with me.”

“I already told you I don’t have any money.”

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I need a new couch. That one out there is horrible.”

I wince but refuse to apologize.

Us staying here was his idea, not mine.

“I’d like to get a sectional or something bigger, get rid of that old recliner out there too. You game?”

“You game with toting around a three-month-old baby all day?”

“Wait, you’re telling me Rikercan’tstay home and watch himself yet? What a little shitbag.” He rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’m obviously fine with him coming along.”

“Okay then. We’re in.”

“We can stop at Slice for breakfast if you want.”

“Like…us together…in public…at our place of employment?”

“I don’t love the idea of it either, but a free breakfast is a free breakfast, right?”

It’s a fair point. I don’t need to be wasting money eating out right now.

“Fine. We can go to Slice. We’re sitting in different booths though.”

He gives me aDon’t be dramaticlook, grabs whatever it was he was searching for, and heads toward the bathroom but doesn’t shut the door, at least not all the way.

There’s a crack, just big enough for me to see through.

He drops his towel, and my heart goes right along with it.

I can see everything.

His muscled back.

His perfectly taut ass.

His cock when he turns toward the mirror.

My eyes trail back up his body, only to find him staring at me in the mirror, smirking.

Gulping, I don’t avert my gaze, trying to act like I don’t give a shit that Winston Daniels just caught me looking at his dick. Hisbigdick, I might add.

I care.

I really care.

The last thing I want is for him to think I like him or something, especially when that’s not even kind of true. It’s just my stupid fucking hormones making me stare at his giant dong like I haven’t ever seen a penis before.

It has to be.

Because it surely has nothing to do with the fact that it’s him.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches for the boxer briefs he has sitting on the counter, bending slightly to pull them on.

When he’s fully covered, I look away, and he finally shuts the door the rest of the way, laughing as he does so.

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