The Pool Boy

I shiver heatedly at the mental image of that, and my cheeks burn.

“Mason, control yourself,” I whisper.

“I think it’s you that has to control yourself, Layla.” He shrugs with that cocky grin on his face. “I mean, it’s my room, so I think that makes you the peeping tom in this situation.”

I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to grin back. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely.”

I sigh. “Well, there’s your ho—” I frown. “Your cleaning equipment. Goodbye, Mason.”

He stands there another few seconds, brow arched with that infuriatingly hot and cocky smirk on his face. Then he shrugs, walks over, and grabs the hose. He turns back to me at the backyard gate, and I shiver when his gaze slides over me.

“See you tonight, Layla,” he growls.

He shuts the gate behind him, and I don’t realize I’ve been holding my breath until it comes out in a whoosh.

…What the fuck have I gotten myself into here?

Later that night,I approach my bathroom hesitantly. His room is dark when I creek into my dark bathroom, and I quickly scurry over to close my blinds. I turn the lights on and take a long, hot shower to clean the chlorine off of me. When I’m done, I step out and dry off before wrapping a towel around myself. I pause, glancing at the blinds over my window, and I bite my lip. Swallowing, I reach over and flick the lights off, and then I step towards the window.

I push one of the slats of the blinds open, and I peer out. Mason’s room is still dark, and I feel a little of my nervous tension ease up.

“Little shit was fucking with me,” I mutter. I sigh and open the blinds, when suddenly, his bedroom lights flick on. I gasp and jump back from my window, but I can see him standing there in his, looking right at me with just a towel around his waist.

“Fucker!” I hiss, blushing in embarrassment. I hug my towel tighter, and I’m about to get the hell out of the bathroom, when my phone rings. It’s Mason, of course.

“What,” I hiss.

Mason sighs. “Can I get some privacy, please?”

I roll my eyes, blushing. “Close your blinds then,” I mutter.

He sighs. “You know, I would, but they fell down.” His eyes hold mine across the divide between us, and I shiver.

“Maybe you could come over and help me put them back up,” he growls quietly.

I bite my lip. “I’m sure your mother would love that.”

“I could just come over there instead,” he purrs.

“No,” I whisper. “No, Mason, you’re not coming over here.”

“Why not?”

I swallow. “You know why not,” I whisper quietly.

He grins hungrily. “Well, then we could just do this again.”

I shiver, raking my teeth over my lip. “Mason—”

He suddenly lets his towel slip just a little, and I gasp as the base of his thick cock slips into view.

“Mason,” I hiss, my pulse beating faster and a forbidden desire burning inside of me already. “You seem to think this is a game.”

He slowly shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he growls. “A game suggests the outcome is undecided.”

“And this one is?”