squirrel. You don’t need to bark, he won’t hurt you.”
Sasquatch looked at me like he wasn’t so sure.
“Come on, buddy.”
I led Sasquatch back inside and went in search of something to tempt the squirrel closer. It was so cute, I wanted to see if it would get near the house. Evan had a can of mixed nuts in the cupboard, so I grabbed a handful and went back outside—alone this time, so Sasquatch wouldn’t scare it off, the silly dog.
The squirrel was still sitting near the trees on the other side of the wide clearing. I crouched down and held my hand out, trying to show it that I had treats. Curiosity seemed to take hold, and it darted closer. It stopped and another squirrel appeared behind it.
“That’s it, guys,” I said softly. “Come a little closer.”
I tossed the nuts a few feet in front of me, since I didn’t want to actually hand-feed them.
“It’s okay,” I said. “The big scary dog is inside. Here’s a peace offering. Come get it.”
I stood and backed up toward the door. The second squirrel was bolder than the first, scampering past his friend and making straight for the nuts. The first one seemed to realize he was going to miss out, so he ran up to gather his share.
“I’m going to call you Peek and Boo.”
They were so adorable, with their quick, jerky movements and bushy tails. When they’d grabbed all the nuts I’d scattered, they both turned and disappeared into the woods.
“Bye, Peek. Bye, Boo.”
I was pretty sure we were friends now.
Brushing my hands off, I went back inside. Sasquatch looked skeptical, so I patted him on the head.
My hair was still wet, but Evan was in the shower, so I’d just wait to blow dry it. Or maybe I’d just put it up wet. It wasn’t like I was going anywhere.
Contemplating my wet hair made me realize I’d left my towel in Evan’s room. Oops. Glad I’d remembered before he got out, I went to his bedroom to get it.
As I walked by the bathroom, my eyes fixated on a sliver of light. The door wasn’t latched. I’d noticed you had to pull on the doorknob to get it to close all the way—something Evan obviously hadn’t done. The air displacement when I’d gone outside might have made the door open a little more.
I wouldn’t look. Nope. Just keep walking right on by.
Okay, fine. I slowed down.
That’s a big fat lie. I stopped.
I crept toward the little gap, ready to bolt like one of those squirrels outside as soon as he turned off the water. From this angle, I couldn’t see the shower, but I could see the reflection of it in the mirror.
The glass shower. With a clear glass door.
I was only going to take a quick peek—he’d seen me naked ten minutes ago, so why not—but as soon as my eyes landed on that glorious specimen of a man, I couldn’t tear myself away. He faced into the spray, water cascading down his huge, muscular frame.
He was sheer masculine perfection.
And oh dear god, he was hard.
Look away, Fiona. Don’t be hypnotized by the majesty of Evan’s cock.
Too late.
Every bit of Evan was big, and his cock was no exception. Huge and thick, standing up straight, swollen with need.
The things I could do with that bad boy.
I needed to stop staring. And I was going to. Until he reached down, wrapped his hand around himself, and started to stroke.
My eyes widened and every muscle in my body froze. I couldn’t move. An army of zombie squirrels could have been taking over the house, and I wouldn’t have noticed a thing.
He braced himself with one hand against the shower wall and pumped his hard length with the other. This was so bad. I should not be watching. I needed to tear my gaze away from the hypnotic sight of Evan jerking off in the shower, but I couldn’t make myself do it.
A jolt of heat hit me right between the legs. If I’d had the audacity to do it, I probably could have gotten myself off right there in the hallway. It would have been the fastest orgasm ever.
Instead, I watched, my clit pulsing with unrelieved pressure.
The mirror started to fog from the top down. I could still see his hand working that thick cock. His body stiffened, his hand moved faster, and heat swept through me as I watched him come.
Guilt slammed into me, like I’d been doused with a