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“Holy—” It’s ice-cold and running onto my pants.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, Gav.” He grabs a napkin off the table and tries to blot it.
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” I glance up at Haddy, who’s now giving me a frustrated grimace.
Huffing a laugh, I turn and quickly jog up the stairs to change my shirt.
The party is in full swing below, and the thump of bass is audible through the floor. I strip off my vest and the long-sleeved tee, and drop them onto the floor beside the dirty clothes hamper.
I don’t have another white shirt, which means my costume is pretty much ruined. With a heavy exhale, I take off my fake gun and all the belts. The front of my pants is wet, too, so I strip them off as well.
I’m full commando, crossing to my dresser, when the door opens, and a figure in all white slips inside. It’s Haddy, and she closes the door with a giggle. Then she turns around, and her blue eyes land on my naked body.
“Oh, shit!” She falls back against the door. “Oh my gosh!”
She’s so startled, she almost hits the floor, but I lunge forward to grab her, pulling her flush against my chest.
“Hey, Princess. What are you doing here?”
She’s breathing fast, her hands on my biceps, and her eyes blink everywhere but to mine.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I came up to see if you needed help with… anything.”
“I can think of several things you can help me with right now.” My voice is low, and the heat racing through my pelvis centers in my growing erection.
“Gavin.” She gives me a little push, and I release her.
She takes a wobbly step backward, but she doesn’t rush out the door. Instead, her blue eyes move quickly down my chest to my cock, where they linger. She actually gulps, which is a major turn-on, and I take a careful step closer.
“Like what you see?” My voice is low, non-threatening.
“You look… good.” Her soft breasts rise and fall with her pants, and she blinks up to my stomach. “Very good.”
“Thank you.” I put my hand over hers, lifting it to my lips. “Likewise.”
Her eyes move to her hand at my lips then up to my eyes, and for the first time I see something I’ve only dreamed about.
Hayden Bradford’s blue eyes are dark, full of lust and desire, and directed at me.
Releasing her hand, I lower it. “Touch me, Princess. Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid…” she whispers, not finishing her sentence.
I don’t want her to finish if there’s aButat the end.
“I’m your knight.” I give her a wink. “I’ll never let you fall.”
She’s panting, and I can see the wheels turning, so many thoughts going through that beautifully brilliant mind. Her full bottom lip disappears briefly into her mouth, then she steps forward quickly, putting her hand on my upper chest.
“Your body is amazing. It doesn’t look real.” Her fingers lightly trace the lines in my chest before moving to my shoulder.
When her blue eyes meet mine again, I can’t resist. I lean down to cover her mouth with mine. She exhales a soft whimper, and I cup her cheeks, tilting her face as I part her lips.
Our tongues curl together, and another soft noise slips from her throat. My cock is a steel rod, and I groan deeply when her soft hand wraps around it, tugging slowly.
“Fuck, Princess.” My mouth moves to her cheek, kissing a line to her ear. “That feels so good.”
“You’re so big,” she whispers, looking down at my dick in her hand.
