in his bathing routine. “I can’t hear you over the shower.”
Taking care not to be too loud as to wake Abe, I raised the volume of my voice a bit and tried again. “I said, I need to talk to you, so—”
“Can it wait until I get out, sweetness? I really can’t hear you.”
“Sure.” I hadn’t even tried to be heard that time. Something told me even if I’d yelled it, the word would’ve fallen on deaf ears. I wasn’t ready to give up, though.
Back out in the bedroom, I made the most of my time by making the bed, and then I took a seat again, waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. Once the water shut off, I knew it would be only moments before he came out. I was wrong. By the time Shaw made an appearance, his teeth were brushed, his hair was styled, his face was clean-shaven, and his cologne had been applied. But he was still naked. With the exception of the towel he wore around his waist, that is.
My body had changed markedly over the last three years. Having a baby never affected the father’s physique, only the mother’s. Where there used to be a flat belly, I now had a pooch with faint stretch marks marring my skin. Proof that I was a tigress who’d earned her stripes, they said. And the gravitational pull of the entire freaking universe had inevitably found what used to be perky breasts. My hips were wider, my ass a little flatter, and all my muscle tone was now solely in my arms, and only then thanks to packing Abe around so much. But Shaw?
Shaw’s body hadn’t changed in the least. Strong shoulders sloped into arms corded by taut muscles. His chest was toned to perfection, decorated by a smattering of curly hair in the center. The way his abs rippled seemed like a trip to the gym was part of his regular schedule, though it wasn’t. And then there was that V cut to his waist. He was definitely still drool worthy. In that moment, I wished with all my might that he’d stalk over to where I sat and push me back onto the bed to have his very wicked way with me. Just like he used to do. Though that wasn’t going to happen.
“What’s up?” he asked as he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear.
I wanted to answer him, I really did, but my brain went all wonky when the towel dropped to the floor and his glorious ass was bared. And that wasn’t the only thing that had been bared. Apparently, his wet body exposed to the cool air of the room had no effect on Shaw’s other rather endowed assets. His cock and balls hung heavy amid a patch of dark hair, the size most men probably wanted to be. And he was
limp,
for goodness’ sake.
“Hello? Earth to Cassidy,” he said, snapping the boxer briefs in place and removing the distraction.
“Sorry,” I said, closing my eyes to gather my wits about me, though all I could think about was the time in Stonington when I’d begged to suck his cock and he had denied me over and over again until he’d been ready to
feed
it to me. “Um, I need…I need to talk to you.”
Crossing the room to his closet, he pulled out his attire for the day and began to dress. “About?”
Good question. Perhaps if I hadn’t seen him nude, I would’ve known the answer. Just as I was about to attempt verbal communication, his cellphone rang.
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing it to check the caller ID. “Shit. I have to take this. Matthews,” he answered the phone without waiting for any further argument from me.
Defeated, I huffed out of the room, closing the door none too quietly behind me. Once I’d stomped my way into the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee and planted myself on one of the stools at the counter bar. I’d be the first thing Shaw would see when he came out of the room, an obstacle on his way out the door. It dawned on me that there was something wholly wrong about thinking of myself as an obstacle in the first place, but that was what I’d become.
When Shaw came out, he was completely dressed with briefcase in one hand and his
Taking care not to be too loud as to wake Abe, I raised the volume of my voice a bit and tried again. “I said, I need to talk to you, so—”
“Can it wait until I get out, sweetness? I really can’t hear you.”
“Sure.” I hadn’t even tried to be heard that time. Something told me even if I’d yelled it, the word would’ve fallen on deaf ears. I wasn’t ready to give up, though.
Back out in the bedroom, I made the most of my time by making the bed, and then I took a seat again, waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. Once the water shut off, I knew it would be only moments before he came out. I was wrong. By the time Shaw made an appearance, his teeth were brushed, his hair was styled, his face was clean-shaven, and his cologne had been applied. But he was still naked. With the exception of the towel he wore around his waist, that is.
My body had changed markedly over the last three years. Having a baby never affected the father’s physique, only the mother’s. Where there used to be a flat belly, I now had a pooch with faint stretch marks marring my skin. Proof that I was a tigress who’d earned her stripes, they said. And the gravitational pull of the entire freaking universe had inevitably found what used to be perky breasts. My hips were wider, my ass a little flatter, and all my muscle tone was now solely in my arms, and only then thanks to packing Abe around so much. But Shaw?
Shaw’s body hadn’t changed in the least. Strong shoulders sloped into arms corded by taut muscles. His chest was toned to perfection, decorated by a smattering of curly hair in the center. The way his abs rippled seemed like a trip to the gym was part of his regular schedule, though it wasn’t. And then there was that V cut to his waist. He was definitely still drool worthy. In that moment, I wished with all my might that he’d stalk over to where I sat and push me back onto the bed to have his very wicked way with me. Just like he used to do. Though that wasn’t going to happen.
“What’s up?” he asked as he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear.
I wanted to answer him, I really did, but my brain went all wonky when the towel dropped to the floor and his glorious ass was bared. And that wasn’t the only thing that had been bared. Apparently, his wet body exposed to the cool air of the room had no effect on Shaw’s other rather endowed assets. His cock and balls hung heavy amid a patch of dark hair, the size most men probably wanted to be. And he was
limp,
for goodness’ sake.
“Hello? Earth to Cassidy,” he said, snapping the boxer briefs in place and removing the distraction.
“Sorry,” I said, closing my eyes to gather my wits about me, though all I could think about was the time in Stonington when I’d begged to suck his cock and he had denied me over and over again until he’d been ready to
feed
it to me. “Um, I need…I need to talk to you.”
Crossing the room to his closet, he pulled out his attire for the day and began to dress. “About?”
Good question. Perhaps if I hadn’t seen him nude, I would’ve known the answer. Just as I was about to attempt verbal communication, his cellphone rang.
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing it to check the caller ID. “Shit. I have to take this. Matthews,” he answered the phone without waiting for any further argument from me.
Defeated, I huffed out of the room, closing the door none too quietly behind me. Once I’d stomped my way into the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee and planted myself on one of the stools at the counter bar. I’d be the first thing Shaw would see when he came out of the room, an obstacle on his way out the door. It dawned on me that there was something wholly wrong about thinking of myself as an obstacle in the first place, but that was what I’d become.
When Shaw came out, he was completely dressed with briefcase in one hand and his
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