“What you do last night,” so low his voice rumbles through my body.I wasn’t about to tell him that I spent at least two hours in the shower masturbating. That thoughts of him had me screaming so much that my throat was hoarse afterwards. But then again, I didn’t have to. I feel my face turn the darkest, hottest shade of crimson that can only be reserved for true and utter embarrassment.He chuckled, licked his lips, put his hands on my hips, and stepped closer. He moved his face just in front of mine, so close that our mouths were just millimeters apart. I could have flicked my tongue out and licked his lips. “Yeah, me too. Came so hard I’m sure I need to clean cum from the ceiling. Problem is, I don’t want to do that again. I want the real thing…. So, again, what are you doing tonight?”I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His proximity had me quivering. Why can’t I think around this man?