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Bottles of moisturizer and aftershave crash down around me. Glass shatters on the tiles.
Ethan rushes to help, but then he stops... frozen in place. His eyes focused on my body.
I look down, mortified. My robe is wide open. My breasts are on full display. My legs spread, invitingly towards him.
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Fuck…I can’t take my eyes off her body. I know I should look away, but I can’t. I’m physically unable to stop staring at the delicious pink lips between her legs.
I run my tongue over my teeth. My hardness throbs in my pants. I can feel the blood pumping through my cock. One heartbeat at a time.
Clenching my fists at my side, I take a deep breath. Calming myself. Stopping myself from pouncing on her and burying my cock in her tight, wet passage.
Then she pulls the robe shut.
I look at her sheepishly. Knowing I’ve just crossed a line.
“Do you mind?” she says, slowly pushing herself up off the floor.
“Wait,” I tell her, stepping close. “There’s broken glass on the floor.”
I wrap my arms around her and lift her up. Her soft, wet body presses against me.
“I’m sorry,” she says, “I couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s okay,” I carry her out into my bedroom. The sound of glass crunching underneath my feet. I put her down on the bed. “I know how that feels.”
“You do?”
I look her over. Her big doe-like eyes make my heart crumble. The image of her naked body is seared onto the backs of my eyelids. I’ll never forget that image. For the rest of my life. All the women I ever meet will be judged in comparison to the woman before me. Perfection personified. The other half of my soul.
Then, realizing I’m making her uncomfortable I turn away. My thoughts are a mess. I need to act cool.
A picture of Aaron hanging on the wall beside me brings me back into the real world.
“Where’s Aaron?” I ask, remembering why’d I’d crashed into the bathroom in the first place.
“Aaron?” she says, “he was in his bedroom last I checked. Playing video games. Why? What’s happened?”
“He’s not there,” I say, massaging my temples, “I think he’s sneaked out.”
“He’s not there?” Sydney echoes, worry in her voice. “What do you mean? Sneaked out?” She stands up and rushes towards Aaron's room. The flowery scent of soap following her through the apartment.
Catching up with her at the entrance of Aaron's room, she turns around.
“I’m so sorry!” Tears well up in her eyes. “This is all my fault! I was meant to be looking after him. And now he’s missing! I understand if you want to fire me.”
“Fire you?” I grin. “That’s the last thing from my mind. But Aaron running off like this is a problem. He does things like this all the time. It's part of being a teenager. But I’m right in the middle of a custody battle with my ex-wife. This could give her the leverage she needs. No doubt she has her spies all around town just waiting for me to slip up. She thinks I’m a bad influence. That I can’t be trusted to look after my own son.”
My hands ball into fists. Fury rages through my body at the thought of someone, anyone, taking my son away from me.
“And are you a bad influence?” Sydney asks, a coy smile on her face.
“Sometimes,” I admit, stepping towards her. “But I love my son. And I’m an excellent father. My ex-wife doesn’t care about any of that. To her, this is all some power play. She’s still trying to control me. Still trying to ruin my life.”
“Okay,” Sydney pushes past me and starts walking back to my bedroom. I follow behind, admiring the swing of her hips and thinking about what it would be like to bury my face between those big, beautiful ass cheeks.
