Matt (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson

was gay. All to assure they didn’t send him any more women.
    Pissed at himself, Matt ducked his head under the hot shower spray and let the water pound on the back of his neck. Maybe one day he’d stop getting in his own damn way and just enjoy his good fortune.
    Eyes closed, his mind began to drift to the night before. Not to Rashid learning how to play his first video game, but to before that, when Jasmine had him clasped in her warm, oil-covered hand…right before he told her to stop.
    He was definitely the stupidest genius he knew.
    The sound of the bathroom door opening had Matt tensing. Who the hell would it be this time? Rashid with his dinner, maybe? Though that wouldn’t require a visit to him in the shower. Both the video games the kid had enjoyed so much and the table where Matt ate were out in the other room.
    Matt turned his head to peer through the thick steam. The shower stall was so large it didn’t have a curtain or doors. The water simply couldn’t reach far enough to splatter the rest of the massive bathroom. Even with the distance and the swirling steam, he could make out that his visitor wasn’t Rashid. Nope, she was definitely a female, and as she moved closer, he got an even better look at her. All of her, because this outfit revealed possibly more than Jasmine’s had.
    Meanwhile, Matt was well aware that he was completely exposed to her, his fantasy induced hard-on and all.
    This woman was leaner than Jasmine, and she had blonde hair and a piercing blue gaze that dropped to take all of him in. Those eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled. His breath caught in his throat as she came toward him, stripping what masqueraded as her clothing as she approached. She was nude and oh so tempting.
    She stepped into the stall and pressed her very naked front to his back as he faced the spray. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. Matt was tall, but so was she. The length of her body pressed against his. He braced against the wall with both hands as, much more forward than Jasmine had been, this woman pinched one of his nipples while her other hand strayed down his abdomen.
    Somewhere in his muddled mind, he realized he was going to let this happen. He held on to his last shred of decency and said, “You don’t have to do this.”
    “Shh. I want to.” Her voice came soft and sultry from somewhere just behind his ear.
    Strange that she had no hint of an accent, as strange as her fair coloring compared to that of Jasmine and Rashid. When she wrapped her hand around his erection those questions fled from his mind.
    She brushed her lips against the side of this throat before she latched her teeth onto his earlobe. Matt let out a groan. “You need to stop.”
    Her hand on him paused just long enough for her to ask, “Why? Don’t you find me attractive?”
    “I find you incredibly attractive. I think that’s pretty obvious. But you still need to stop.”
    She tightened her grip around him. “Why?”
    “Because it’s not right. You’re doing this because you’ve been told to.” Inside him, the devil and the angel warred. Matt wasn’t quite sure which had won. He’d told her to stop, but he’d also let her hand remain, slowly stroking up and down his hard length.
    “A man with morals.” She slid the tip of one finger along the slit in the top of his cock. She dragged in a ragged breath. “Matt Coleman, I think I like you even more than I did before.”
    He tensed. Something wasn’t right here. “You know my name?”
    She pressed her mouth against his ear. “Don’t react. I’m not sure if the suite has eyes and ears.”
    Not only did her speech sound distinctly American, but she’d just told him in the SpecOp code he used daily that his room might have audio and video surveillance in place.
    Naked and unarmed with his back to a stranger who held his dick in her hands. He’d get what he deserved if he ended up dead for this act of extreme stupidity.
    He should be able to