Til Death Do Us Part (Vegas Vows #6) - Harlow Layne Page 0,3

covered her eyes before she peeked out between her hands.

I knew I should have covered up, but instead, I dropped my towel and turned to her.

“Oh my,” she breathed out.

Oh, my indeed. My once half hard cock was now saluting my unexpected guest.

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Everly

“Oh,” is all I managed to say as Leo’s very large and very erect cock pointed at me from a few feet away. My jaw dropped and my panties became incredibly wet when he became bigger right before my very eyes.

He took a step toward me and asked. “Do you like what you see?”

My traitorous body went against what my brain was telling me to say and nodded frantically as I squirmed in place, trying to lessen the desire I felt for the man in front of me.

“Do you want to touch it?” I couldn’t see his face because I couldn’t take my eyes off the appendage that I wanted to lick like a lollipop, but I could hear the smirk in his tone. Normally, it would have bothered me, but not in this case. Leo had every right to be cocky about said cock.

He probably had a throng of women who he’d slept with over the years, who had altars in their homes for his dick.

That thought broke me out of my haze. I didn’t want to be another notch on his bedpost or a check mark to his growing cult of worshippers.

Stepping back, I turned and looked at his hotel room door. “I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I thought you’d be ready to go since you’re a guy and normally men seem to need zero point two seconds to get ready for most things. Naked wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“I see. How did you think I’d put on my swim trunks? Over my clothes?”

The laughter in his voice made my hackles rise, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. The only reason he was having this profound effect on me was because it had been far too long since I’d gotten laid. That tended to happen to women after a serial killer had been going around killing women in their own town. The odds of Oasis having another man going around killing its residents were slim to none, but it didn’t matter I didn’t want to be another statistic.

“No, of course not.” I finally answered, still looking at the door. I hadn’t heard him move or try to get dressed yet, so I was keeping my eyes planted firmly away from his God-like body. “It’s been almost thirty minutes, and I thought you’d be dressed.”

“Sorry about that. I wanted to wash my flight off me and then I got carried away in there. Did you want to walk down together?”

Not now that I’d seen him in all his naked glory. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the next few days when I knew every time I looked at him, I’d keep picturing him without any clothes on and his magnificent cock.

“If you don’t mind,” I answered shakily. Maybe he’d take another half an hour getting dressed and I could go back to my room and take care of myself. That was probably a good idea. Then I wouldn’t want to jump his bones every two seconds.

“Not a problem. Give me a minute to dress and gather my things. I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.”

Starved for you, but I doubted sex was what he was referring to.

“I could eat,” I squeaked out. Damn it, Everly, get a hold of yourself. He’s just a man. A very well-endowed man, but none the less just a man. He probably picked his nose or grabbed himself in public all the time.

Movement behind me had me wanting to turn and get another glimpse, but I held firm. One more look at that gracious plenty and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control myself. Just the thought of it had me internally moaning.

“Did you say something?” he asked from right behind me.

Heat rose from my toes up to my ears. I felt like I was on fire as I slowly turned around and found him in a t-shirt that hugged every single one of his muscles and let me tell you Leo seemed to have more muscles than any man I’d laid eyes on. He wore swim trunks that hit him mid-thigh and were a little tight around those thick thighs and flip-flops. How even his feet seemed sexy