Chapter 31

“The hallway window downstairs. You need to keep it closed and locked.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

Everything he said made sense. I should have closed and locked the window, but never did. My bad.

He removed his shirt and dropped it to the bedroom floor. “The weather is killing me. It needs to snow.”

“You always liked a good snowstorm, didn’t you?” I asked, checking out his thin torso in the dim light, studying his abs and pecs.

He unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and dropped the material to the floor. Then he removed his underwear.

“What are you doing, Clay?”

“Seducing you. You always liked it when I made the first move.”

I became horny and hard, watching him. Half of me wanted to tell him to leave and not come back to my Tudor in the middle of the night. The other half of my thoughts comprised of, “Get over here for some fun.”

“Just as I planned.” He walked up to my bed, climbed on the warm mattress with me, and began to kiss me.

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