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After resting my arse on the edge of the tub for several minutes with no change, I decided to attempt getting in bed without her seeing my body’s reaction to fantasizing about her. While it would be odd, I could always wad a towel up and carry it in front of me.
I tiptoed from the bathroom, and when I got close to the bed, I saw she was asleep. I climbed under the blankets but didn’t lie down right away. Instead, I studied her.
She looked like the woman I’d boarded the plane with in Gatwick again. The heavy makeup she wore had been washed off, and her long brown hair was spread out on the pillow. The idea she’d be sleeping within arm’s reach had my pulse accelerating. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever seen. And I’d seen plenty.
I propped my head on my hand and continued my perusal. Thick blankets covered her body to her neck, but my imagination was good enough that I could picture her naked breasts. I knew her nipples would be dusty rose, hardened likethey were after our kiss. And what about her pussy? Would downy hair cover her, or wasAlenathe type who kept herself bare?
I reached beneath the blankets and squeezed my cock through my flannels. I was right back where I’d been in the lavatory—hard enough that if she woke and somehow noticed, this op would be over before it started.
As if she’d heard me thinking as she slept, her big brown eyes sprung open.
“Hey,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say since she’d caught me staring at her.
“Hey. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. You caught me looking.”
While she smiled, I could tell she wished she hadn’t.
“Are you going to ask if I like what I see?”
She moved her head back and forth and giggled. “No way. I don’t think my fragile ego can take it.”
“Ha! As if your ego is even a tiny bit fragile. I do, by the way.”
“Zeppelin…” There was an edge of warning in her tone.
“You have to admit that kiss was something special.”
Verity propped herself up on her elbows. “Fishing for compliments?”
I’d rather fish for a second kiss, but I kept it to myself.
“You’re shirtless.”
“I am?” I looked down at my bare chest as if it were a surprise.
Her eyes trailed from my face to where the blanket covered the lower half of me.
“My turn. Do you like what you see?”
“You know you’re hot, Zep.”
“That sounds like something you should say to Jack.”
“That might be entering the danger zone.”
I cocked my head. “What does that mean?”
“Well, Jack and Elise are in love and on their honeymoon. Zep and Verity can hardly stand the sight of each other.”
“I can stand the sight just fine.”
She smiled again. “Zep and Verity can barely tolerate each other. Better?”
“Not better, but accurate. Why do you suppose that is?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “We’re both control freaks?”