The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,11

realized the drapes were pulled open as well, the morning sun streaming in. I hadn’t even noticed when I’d come out of the bathroom, because my mind had been preoccupied. And then my gaze dipped down to the bucket of cleaning supplies on the floor by said windows. I didn’t have time to grab my towel and sling it back around my waist before the person in the closet stepped out.

Elise.

She looked at my face, her surprise evident on hers, and as I watched her eyes dip down my chest and settle on my cock, I saw her eyes widen.

I expected her to snap her eyes back to my face—a natural reaction to seeing every part of me—but with each passing second as she stared at that part of me, I felt satisfaction fill me.

She liked what she saw, and that in turn had me getting hard.

If this wasn’t one hell of a way to have my hangover diminishing, I didn’t know what the hell could top it.

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Elise

I couldn’t move, and I sure as hell couldn’t take my eyes off a very big part of Lucius.

Like a big-big part of him.

And the longer I stared at it, the bigger it got. I realized he was getting hard.

Oh my God.

I snapped my gaze up to his face, feeling how wide my eyes were, knowing the shock was clear on my face. But I couldn’t help it, couldn’t hide it. Here was Lucius Blacksmith, naked as the day he was born, and hard all over.

I couldn’t breathe, let alone say anything, think of anything, or even move to leave. That’s what I should have done. I should have apologized, ran out of there with my flaming-hot face and my heart in my throat.

Rap music blasted through my ears, dirty lyrics that helped pass the time when I cleaned, but right now, they just made me even more flustered and hot and bothered as the singer rapped about fucking and dicks and pussies.

I glanced down at his… manhood, just as the rapper started talking about needing ten inches between her thighs.

Yeah, that seemed about right. Ten inches. Even the rapper knew what was up with Mr. Lucius Blacksmith.

My face was on fire as I looked back at his face, and for a moment my heart stopped as I saw the slow smirk that started to cover his expression.

He was… proud that I’d caught him naked and was embarrassed as hell?

I pulled out my earbuds and shoved them in my apron pocket, but one fell from my grasp and landed on the plush carpeting by my foot.

I shouldn’t be looking at any part of him, not his broad shoulders, his muscular biceps, his toned forearms. I shouldn’t have let my gaze linger along his defined pectoral muscles, or looked lower at his rippling six-pack. And I really shouldn’t go lower to follow that dark-blond trail of short hair that started below his navel and descended to his cock that, although all around huge while soft, got even bigger as he got aroused.

“I—I’m sorry,” I muttered, bending down, grabbing the other ear bud, and tucking it in the pocket with the other one.

I spied the towel he clearly had wrapped around his waist after his shower. I felt the humidity coming from the open doorway, smelled the masculine body wash he used.

While he stared into my eyes, he reached out, grabbed the gray sweats, and slipped them on, that smirk still on his face. And while he put those pants on, he never once took his focus from me.

And still I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Even though he had pants on, the material was obscenely tented from his growing erection.

I turned him on? Or maybe he had some kind of fetish, some voyeuristic or exhibitionist desire going on?

Either way, it made no difference, because I was frozen in place, forcing myself to just breathe, to not let my gaze lower to his sweats again, to see if he’d gotten bigger.

My inner muscles clenched, and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a little bit ashamed that I was in this position, had these feelings. “I—I didn’t realize you were home, Mr. Blacksmith.” It felt grossly inappropriate to call him Lucius in this moment, even if he told me just yesterday to do just that. “I didn’t realize you were in the room.” I pointed to my apron and then realized that doing so looked like I was pointing to my crotch. I felt my cheeks become