Yet, there was no way to stop it.
Standing in the middle of my office, I looked at my desk, taking in the amount of paperwork I needed to get done but didn’t have the drive to do.
All I could do was think about her.
Taking a deep breath, I left my office, heading towards my bedroom.
A cold shower and a stiff drink were what I needed to calm my racing mind. Yet, as I got to the top of the stairs, I could see her bedroom door partially cracked.
She was lying on her bed, and damn, did she look more than appetizing?
Taking a moment to admire her, I forced myself to continue walking until I was in the bathroom, and the sound of water running echoed around me.
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
******
Becca.
Creaking on the stairs caught my attention just in time for me to watch James walk past my open door and down the hall towards his room. I wasn’t sure if he had been watching me, but the thought made my heart race.
Standing quickly, I made my way towards my door with every intention of closing it. However, as I looked out into the hall, I noticed his bedroom door open and the sound of running water.
Did he intentionally leave the door open?
I knew I should have just minded my business and closed my door, but then again, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing forward towards his room.
Be nice, close the door, and go back to your room, Becca.
The mantra repeated in my mind, but the closer I got to his open door, the more curious I became. My racing heart all but stopped the moment I saw his naked form in the mirror’s reflection behind his bed.
Oh sweet, Jesus.
His perfectly sculpted body stood under the hot caress of the water, with soap running across his body. He seemed to be lost in thought about something, because before I knew it, his hand was running down to his thick erected shaft.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but as if he knew I was watching, his eyes went to the mirror and locked with mine.
F*ck!
He didn’t seem to care, though. Instead, he stepped towards the glass shower door and opened it for a clearer view.
His hands stroked over his thick erection while a taunting grin slid across his lips. Almost as if he was waiting for me to join him.
Waiting for me to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.
I wanted that too. I wanted him to f*ck my mouth and use me in so many ways. Yet, that was wrong of me, I knew. Here I was, watching my friend’s father stroke his cock, and I was more than turned on, but something forbidden brought me to my senses.
I all but ran towards my room and slammed my door. My beating heart felt as if it would burst with how nervous I was over being caught.
I was no better than a Peeping Tom, and yet, everything about what I saw I wanted.
Never in my life had I seen anything more beautiful than the thick cock he concealed between his legs. It made sense now why they called him the Italian Stallion.
He was hung like a horse, and I knew he knew how to use it.
With fidgeting hands, I paced around my room, trying to calm my racing mind. James caught me watching him in the shower, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Was he going to throw me out? Would he tell Tally?
Something deep inside me told me he wouldn’t, but I wasn’t sure.
Shaking my concerns from my mind, I flipped off the light and climbed into bed. The last thing I needed to do was to keep reeling over James Valentino, my best friend’s incredibly sexy father.
*******
As I slept, the feeling someone was watching me awakened me. I wasn’t sure what it was about this house, but no matter what, I couldn’t help but feel like his eyes were on me, no matter where I went.
The red flickering light of the alarm clock let me know it was somewhere close to one in the morning, and as I rolled over, I froze in my place.
James stood by my closed door with a glass in his hand and his eyes on me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I quickly sat up in bed.
The sensation of how I felt earlier came crashing through me ten fold, realizing that he had been watching me while I wore nothing but a thin black nightie that left nothing to the imagination. As a sinful smirk crossed his lips, my heart skipped a beat. “You were watching me earlier. I felt it was only fair.”
I thanked the darkness around us for concealing my facial reactions because I knew, without a doubt, I was as red as a tomato from embarrassment.
“I-” James held his hand up quickly, cutting me off mid-sentence before he walked towards me.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Becca.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.