Isabella
I know I promised Dane to stay inside his room. I would not steal a glimpse of his body, and I would tell him when I was done inside the shower. These were his rules.
But I've never been one to follow the stream. I'm a rebel at heart, so now I'm standing here in the doorframe. Dane is taking off his clothes. He must know I'm watching him; he has spider senses.
Yet he doesn't call me out for staring at the ropes of corded muscle over his back. Dane is caked. His ass is plump, more than a handful, and his shoulders are broad and beautiful.
My mouth is salivating at the view. Dane is gorgeous, and my heartbeat speeds up when he turns around. Those pecs look heavy and juicy enough to make me lick my lips.
"I thought we had set up a couple of rules," Dane says, narrowing his eyes when he notices I'm naked. "You're not supposed to be in the living room, and seducing me is a bad idea."
"Uhhh..."