Because he saw me and he didn’t stop. He looked me straight in the eyes while his dick continued to thrust into his hands. I watched everything, too captivated by what I was witnessing to turn away. And he knows I liked it. I could tell by the way his eye narrowed and his mouth curved into a devilish grin. Gotcha.

I comb through my wild hair, then race down the stairs, nearly tripping on the landing and plummeting to my death down the wood staircase.

Lucy greets me with Baxter at her feet, who jumps up at me, so I lower down to snuggle him.

His usually fluffy hair is damp.

“How’d you get wet?” I ask him, thankful for the distraction.

“Mr. St. Clair took him out for a run this morning. They both came back soaked,” Lucy replies.

Her comment only reminds me of wet Barrett in the shower. Well, it was a good ten seconds without his naked image in my brain.

Lucy has fresh squeezed orange juice, bacon, eggs, pastries and fruit ready to serve.

“Would you like to wait for Mr. St. Clair?” she asks.

“Um,” I start, not knowing how long Barrett will be, or if I can ever face him again. I really thought sharing a bed was going to be the issue. I didn’t give myself enough credit that I would manage to find other awkward yet sexually arousing situations in which I could embarrass myself. Maybe I’ll take my breakfast to go and start the long, yet necessary trek back to the city so I don’t have to die of mortification.

“No need to wait. I’m here.”

Too late.

I turn to find Barrett standing in the doorway dressed casually in a fitted navy polo and gray slacks. My eyes automatically lower to his crotch and I swear I can see the outline of his dick. What’s left of his impressive erection. I can’t look at him so I busy myself loading up a plate of food.

“Coffee?” Lucy asks.

“Yes,” we say in unison.

“I left you a mug on the bedside table.” His deep voice reverberates in my ear.

I keep facing forward even when I feel Barrett move closer, the warmth of his chest near my shoulder and back as he leans in to dish up some eggs.

“Oh?” I say. It's an effort to keep my voice neutral. “I didn’t see it.” I was too busy staring at your giant cock in the shower.

“Cream and sugar?” Lucy offers, completely oblivious to the electricity crackling between me and Barrett.

“Cream, please,” Barrett replies.

“Yes,” is all I manage to say, but Lucy must be well versed in women who are stunned speechless because she manages to make me the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.

We sit in the breakfast nook. I shovel in my food while Lucy informs us of the day’s schedule.