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Man Candy(14)
Author: Melanie Harlow

What the fuck was she doing in my closet?

And was that a half-empty wine glass on my nightstand? Had she snuck in here to snoop around, thinking I’d be at class? All classes had been canceled for the rest of the night because of the weather, so I was home early.

For a moment, I just stood there, trying to decide if I was flattered or irritated. I settled on mostly entertained, especially seeing as she was fucking trapped now.

(I know I said I was over the games, but this was just too good.)

What’s the best way to play this?

She’d gone to all this trouble, so I should give her a good show, right?

Suddenly I had an idea, and it made me want to laugh so hard I had to back out of the room. In the hallway, I composed myself and then re-entered the room, making more noise this time. A hiccup and little thump against the closet door told me I was right about her location.

Suppressing the urge to just throw open the door and expose her drunk, snooping ass, I walked right by her into the bathroom, unzipped my pants, and drained the lizard for her listening pleasure. I grinned as I imagined the horrified look on her face.

Then I flushed, washed my hands, and started the next act.

“So. How about a hot shower, gorgeous?” I said loudly.

She hiccupped again. Then I heard some rustling around in there, and I was nervous she was going to expose herself to me before I had a chance to expose myself to her—and I mean full exposure. I wasn’t shy in the least.

I whipped off my Henley and spoke again. “Yeah, I think getting hot, naked, and wet right now sounds like a good plan for a cold afternoon.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the top of her head start to poke out of the closet, and I tossed my shirt her way.

She came out even farther.

“Fuck, this is gonna feel good,” I said. Then I pulled off my T-shirt and flung it in her direction, delighted when it appeared to hit her in the face.

She darted backward into the closet like a mouse.

I smiled. Come on out and play, little mouse.

And she did—just in time to see me preening and posing in the mirror, flexing my muscles, stretching my limbs. I kissed each bicep just for show before sliding a hand down the front of my pants. My dick wasn’t hard, and I didn’t necessarily want it to get that way—yet—so instead of touching myself, I moved behind the bathroom door to get ready for the grand finale, wondering if she’d use the opportunity to escape. Betting she wouldn’t.

I pulled off my jeans and tossed them out. Next, I yanked off my socks, but I left those on the bathroom floor. Finally, I took off my underwear and flung them out, dying to know if she was still there.

I covered my junk with both hands and kicked the door all the way open.

There she was. On her hands and knees—I knew I could get her there—mouth open, eyes wide.

She gasped.

“So,” I said, barely able to contain my delight. “Now what?”

Her eyes raked over me from head to toe. She licked her lips. “Umf,” she said.

“Use your words, sweet pea. What are you doing in my bedroom?”

She scrambled to her feet, which were bare. Her toenails were painted candy apple red, which was also the color of her cheeks. She wore black yoga pants that clung to her scrumptious legs and a long-sleeved, charcoal gray sweatshirt that hung off one bare shoulder and said NAMAST’AY IN BED on the front.

“Uh, sorry,” she mumbled, fiddling with her braid. “I was looking—I thought I heard—nothing.” She dropped her hands and exhaled. “Forget it. I’ll leave.” She backed up a couple steps, but I saw the way she couldn’t take her eyes off my hands.

“Why are you leaving? Too chicken to stay?”

Her head snapped up, and she gave me a surprised look. “Chicken?”

“Well, yeah. You came down here to see something, didn’t you?”

Her mouth fell open. Fuck, those lips. That chin. I wanted to do such bad things to her pretty face… My dick started to swell behind my hands.

“See something?” she repeated.

“Yes. Isn’t that why you were spying on me from my closet?”

She puffed out her chest in outrage. “I wasn’t trying to spy on you!”

“Oh no?”

“No. I was just—curious.”

“Curious. I see. And does this satisfy your curiosity?” I stood tall and gave her my best selfie smolder, the one she hated.

She parked her hands on her hips. “OK. I’ll play this game. No, my curiosity is not satisfied. I can see that much of you any time I want. All I have to do is get online.”

“Hmm.” I pretended to be vexed by that. “You’re right. So now what?”

“Turn around,” she said imperiously, like a queen ordering her jester to amuse her.

I cocked a brow at her. Then I turned to the side, which I really feel is the best angle for my butt. “How’s that?”

She tipped her head to one side and studied me critically. “It’s OK. But I’m gonna need more.”

“More?”

“More.” She twirled a finger in the air. “Could you turn to the back please?”

I faced away from her, feet apart, and took the opportunity to grin while she couldn’t see my expression. “How’s that? Better?” When she didn’t answer, I looked back over one shoulder.

Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and if I’m not mistaken, she was swaying a little, almost like she was woozy. Then she snapped out of it. “It’s a pretty good ass. I’ll give you that.”

   
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