“No. Were you watching me?” he asks, a cocky smile rolling to his lips.
His bedroom eyes rove over my legs.
“No, I did not. Isn’t it a bit too early for this?” I ask, sneering at his smirk.
Straightening my back, I look for a dignifying exit. Still, I can’t help myself and glance at him over my shoulder.
One last time.
My gaze dips. He tears his hand away from his groin so that I have a full representation of his hard shaft tenting the sheet.
His smirk gets on my nerves.
“I’m leaving now,” I say.
“Go,” he says softly while grabbing the root of his cock with one hand and brushing the crown through the soft fabric with the other.
I do a double-take. He’s well endowed.
He also follows the direction of my gaze, amused.
“What’s holding you back, baby?” he asks softly.
I raise my eyes.
He’s playing with me, testing me, and having so much fun.
“Breakfast is ready if you want to eat,” I say dryly.
“What about you?”
“I don’t eat breakfast,” I say, walking around the bed.
He moves up against the pillow and lets the sheet slide lower. On cue, my eyes drop to his groin again, his hard-on stirring against the satin sheet again.
Folding his arms beneath his neck, he observes me while stretching his torso and offering me a perfect view of his pecs, shredded abs, and the impressive bulge between his legs.
His eyes burn through mine, his lips flashing a tantalizing smile.
“Are you fucking with me?” I snap.
He laughs.
“Only if you want me to fuck you... Excuse me. To fuck with you, sweetheart.”
I grab a pillow from the floor and throw it at him. He ducks his head and catches it, laughing like an ass.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen a cock before.”
“Why do you stare, then?”
“I don’t stare,” I say, my eyes falling to his cock again.
“You just did.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“You ogled my ass last night when I went for a swim.”