Tyler remained where he was for a minute before rising slowly from the floor and becoming fully human again.
Shaken, he stumbled over to the couch and sat heavily. The scent of his arousal still lingered, but now was not the time to figure out why I had such a strong attraction to this man, or he to me, apparently.
“You,” he rasped, “you could have killed me.”
“True,” I replied, “but I didn’t. You yielded to me.”
In the darkness of the room, Tyler whispered, “What the fuck just happened?”
I walked over to the floor lamp by the couch and turned it on. I was able to see the intruder clearly now, and I gazed into his pale blue eyes. Tyler’s driver’s license photo definitely didn’t do him justice, and my cock was harder than ever. I reminded it to behave. Now was not the time.
I cleared my throat. “What happened is that I forced your hand. You got caught.”
“Who are you? How did you know?” he asked, his voice sounding resigned as he awaited my response.