Page 3 of Risk
The bathroom is bright and sweet smelling. Deep in my zone, putting on a full performance with twerking and air humping, I squeeze my eyes shut and belt out the high notes until I’ve run out of air.
Nailed it!
Popping my eyes open, my reflection scares the shit out of me. Screaming, hands flying, I accidentally knock the earbuds out of my head.
Dear god, I’m still wearing the makeup and whiskers from this morning!
And that’s not the worst part.
Someone else is in this bathroom.
And he’s huge.
“Stay back!” I swing my mop like a baseball bat at him. The guy catches it with ease, and I can’t rip it out of his grip. Fear spikes in my system and I scramble back, tripping on the rug by the sink. Arms pinwheeling, I gasp, pitching backwards.
Before my ass hits the tile floor, the man catches me. “Easy does it,” he says in a low timbre. He shifts me so I can stand again and cocks his eyebrow. “You good?”
Not at all. I’m horrified. “You’re…”
“Mason Finch.”
I shake my head as my eyes sail south. “No, you’re… you’re naked.”
And his big dick is as hard as steel.
Chapter 2
Mason
At first, when I heard someone singing, I thought my bluetooth speakers had somehow turned on. Then I remembered the cleaning service was scheduled for today, and assumed they’d realize I was in the shower and would leave cleaning the master bathroom for last.
Apparently not.
Can’t say I’m mad about it.
This woman’s about five-foot nine, with long dirty blonde hair, big doe eyes the color of cognac, and a lush mouth. She’s fucking stunning. Seeing her barge into my bathroom singing into her mop just before dry humping the damn thing is a sight I’ll never forget, either.
Fucking adorable.
The whiskers on her face are a little confusing, though.
And can we talk about her swing? My hand still stings from catching the mop before she could decapitate me with it. This woman’s strong with fast reflexes. Good thing mine are faster, which is the only reason she didn’t fall into the vanity when she tripped on my rug.
And now here we are. Her in whiskers. Me in my birthday suit. Awkward as fuck.
Can’t say I’m thrilled about this, but the way she’s gawking at my dick inflates my ego substantially.
Between the dancing, singing, and the sight of her ass in those little booty shorts, I’m turned on enough to lose my mind. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good hard fuck, and my dick is in a constant state of “pay attention to me”.
Too bad she’s off limits.
“Sorry.” I snatch the towel off the floor to cover myself up with. “I dropped the towel trying to make sure you didn’t take my head off with that mop.”
She looks furious. “You should have locked your door!”
Is she trying to put the blame on me here? “I don’t lock doors inside my own home. Especially since I’m the only one living here. Maybe you should have knocked before you came in.”
Her brow furrows, as if she’s trying to find an argument for that. “I didn’t think you were home. You’re never home.”