When we arrived home, I heard the water running and figured Ace must be showering.
I flashed to the master bedroom and sat on the bed, to make it look like I had been there for a long time when he exited the bathroom.
A few moments later, Ace exited the bathroom, looking oh-so-handsome and tantalizingly sexy. Only a towel covering his strong thighs and his privates, his abs out on display for me to ogle, his hair in disarray and glistening from the water. He was a sight to behold and I felt my insides churn with the familiar tug of s****l desire.
“I can smell you, honey,” he let out with a predatory smirk.
If I had been capable of blushing, I probably would have.
Instead, I tried my hardest not to avert my eyes from his delicious washboard chest and told him as my eyes travelled
