Page 32 of Festive Faking
Pressing my ear to the door, I heard rushing water on the other side. My hand hovered over the knob; I was seconds away from chickening out.
I wasted precious time giving myself a mental pep talk.
It’s steamy as hell. He won’t even notice you’re in there.
Go in, grab what you need, and beat it out of there. Then, you can brush your teeth at the kitchen sink.
Just do it already! The longer you wait, the more likely he is to finish.
Fuck it.
Holding my breath, I tested the door to see if it was even locked. When it pushed open easily, my heart rate accelerated and sweat gathered beneath my armpits.
I determined I would make a terrible spy. My shaky legs threatened to give out as I moved quickly to the sink, wrapping my fingers around the items I’d come to collect.
Standing before the mirror, that’s when I realized something seemed off.
Staring at my reflection, that’s when it hit me. I shouldn’t have been able toseemy reflection with the shower running.
My eyes widened when my gaze shifted and I could see straight through the glass door to the naked man standing within.
Oh. My. God.
WHERE WAS ALL THE STEAM?
Mac’s profile was on full display, and I greedily drank in the sight of bronzed skin pulled taut over muscle.
A throaty groan drew my attention, and motion caught the corner of my eye. The tiniest squeak flew past my lips when Irealized he was not only naked but hard, his hand tugging on his erection with firm strokes.
I needed to get out of here. Now.
But I couldn’t make my feet move. It was as if they were glued to the floor.
The urge to watch grew overwhelming, as did the throbbing between my thighs. It was like we were connected in this moment. The faster his hand moved and the louder he became as he drew closer to climax, the more I wanted to shove my hand inside my panties to seek relief.
I yelped when Mac’s free hand slammed against the tile a split second before he roared his release, ropes of cum shooting from his cock and down the drain until he was empty.
My toothbrush clattered to the ground, my hold loosening as I lost myself in the erotic display. It barely registered because Mac’s head snapped up, and he pinned me with that dark brown stare, so full of heat that my breath caught in my throat.
“Aspen.”
The hoarse rasp of my name was enough to jolt me back to reality, and I bolted, diving under the covers and turning off the lights.
What the hell was I thinking, watching him like that?
Turning over, I buried my face in the pillow and let out a groan. At the tail end of it, the water turned off, and I froze.
Oh God.
The door creaked open a few minutes later, and I held my breath.
Please let him think I’m asleep. Please let him think I’m asleep.
Moving around the foot of the bed, Mac settled onto his makeshift bundle of blankets.
I had half a mind to offer a swap for the night as an apology for completely disregarding his right to privacy, but if I spoke, he’d know I was awake.
“Aspen?”
