I found myself pushing closer to the door. That air in the room held a hint of fog, but I could still see him. He stood under the shower spray, completely naked and utterly delicious. He was turned away from me, giving me a million-dollar view of the long sloping lines of muscle in his strong back, disappearing into a tight ass and firm thighs. A tattoo of Asian artwork I couldn’t quite make out dominated his left shoulder, wrapping nearly across his back. The man was deity-level beautiful. Then, he turned.
His chest was cut and defined, and an eight-pack disappeared between two strong grooves, leading to a treasure trail I’d be happy to follow any day. His hands moved down his body, soaping himself, and he turned as he reached his cock. My knees wobbled as my eyes fastened to it, and I leaned against the door. It creaked—a tiny sound.
Jae’s closed eyes snapped open, and he looked right at me. Only a sliver of my face was visible through the gap in the door, and I was standing in the dark hallway. Surely, he couldn’t see me?
Whether he did or not, he didn’t seem to care. His hand was still on his dick, and my eyes followed his movement. He wasn’t washing, I realized after a moment. He was hard, and his long strokes up and down the thick length were for pleasure, not service. Wetness gathered in my lacy panties. My nipples instantly grew hard and pressed against my top. I wanted to slip inside the steamy room and offer him a hand. Tell him I’d agreed to thank him any way he wanted, and I could take over now.
Instead, I stayed still and worked a hand down the silk pajama shorts Jae had bought me. I dragged my fingers through my wetness and over the folds of my clit as I watched him. His eyes closed as his fist moved purposefully. He clearly didn’t know I was here, getting off on watching him. Was this wrong? Probably, but there was no way I was stopping now.
His strokes picked up speed as he worked his shaft. It was straining right up his belly, a delicious, wide length flushed dark red with arousal. His pace picked up as my fingers worked faster. I could come like this, leaning against the wall, watching this beautiful, powerful, but utterly private man come in his hand with no idea I was here.
He braced a hand against the glass of the shower enclosure, his hips pumping into his hand as I circled my clit, rising higher and higher.
Just as my orgasm threatened to crash over me, Jae’s eyes snapped open and landed right on me. The connection as our eyes met pierced me to my soul.
He came in long, hard pulses. Jets of white splashed the glass and ran down to the tiles while his eyes remained fixed on me the entire time. I followed him, contracting around my hand, my pussy clenching emptily as my clit sent a burst of pleasure through my entire body. I knew he was watching me as I writhed against the wall, and somehow, that only made it hotter.
As soon as I could pull myself together, I ripped my hand from my shorts, turned, and hightailed it back to my room. I couldn’t meet his eyes without dying of embarrassment. I jumped into my bed and put the pillow over my face.
Jesus Christ, what the hell had just happened?
CHAPTER8
Jae Han
Kat looked flighty and nervous as she sat next to me in the car the next morning. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reached her knees, and she looked like Grace Kelly. My mother would hate it.
“So, where exactly are we going?” She asked, smoothing her hair. She seemed determined not to talk about last night, and I complied with her wishes for now. Later? We’d do more than talk.
“It’s a christening. My sister and brother-in-law have had a child.”
“Are you close to them?”
“The Lucianos have an alliance with the Songs that benefits us all. I get along adequately with them.”
She raised an eyebrow at me and then searched the glove compartment for something. I looked at her in question.
“Checking for a backup battery in case yours runs out,” she teased me. “So, they’re your friends? Sometimes you sound like a robot if my little battery skit didn’t make that clear.”
“I got it. My father taught me that a man should school his emotions or give his enemy an advantage. He wasn’t a man who spared the rod when it came to teaching.”
Her teasing smile slipped away, and I immediately missed it.
“Besides, you didn’t think I was a robot last night.”
She stiffened immediately and clapped her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, my god, don’t say that. You’ll make me red as a tomato, which won’t go with my outfit.”
She still seemed determined to ignore last night, something I had no intention of doing, but I’d let it slide for now as the church loomed in the distance.
“So, who’s going to be here?”
“My mother and sisters, a lot of Lucianos, and any other don who wants to be in favor with Vincenzo, the capo. This will be our debut as a pretend couple, so try to look as if you like me,” I tossed at her as I pulled the car into the church car park. Two SUVs carrying my security bracketed me and parked.
“I do like you,” Kat quipped. She froze, realizing what she’d admitted. Turning in her seat, she watched me like I was a wolf about to jump on her. She had good instincts. “I mean, what’s not to like?”
“You came here, smuggled in by my uncle, in my name, to make money for my corrupt family… I can think of many things not to like,” I told her. I couldn’t help reaching out for a single hanging lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
“I guess I don’t see it that way. I see it as the opposite. You didn’t ask for me to be brought here, so that’s not on you, and you didn’t send me back when you planned to.”