Dirty Deeds (Irresistible 3)

My mouth fell open when my eyes landed promptly on muscle – hard, naked muscle on a tall, dark, shirtless God of a man.

Whoa.

Okay.

What… the fuck?

My eyes fluttered. Who was this guy? Where were his clothes? How was this level of hotness even possible? In two seconds I already had so many questions, but none of them made it out of my mouth because it was too busy watering over his body.

Holy pecs, Batman.

I swallowed hard as my gaze traveled across the stranger’s shoulders down to his broad chest and killer six… no. Wait.

My shameless eyes narrowed as they counted every deep-cut section of his eeeight-paaaack!

In my head, I yelled it like Oprah.

But seriously. Shit. He had a fucking eight-pack. Oh, Evie. Part of me wanted to whip out my phone, take a picture and send it right to her, but I found myself quickly distracted by those insane rib muscles. What the hell were they called? I had no idea, but this guy had them and they made him look stronger than a wild fucking animal. My thighs squirmed against each other as I heard his low voice speak to me again.

“Yeah, you, uh…” I looked up to see him wince and rub his square jaw in a way I found painfully sexy. “You gotta stop doing that,” he said with a short laugh.

I blinked.

“Doing what?”

He nodded at my chest with a slight crease in his brow.

“Fondling yourself in front of me.”

My eyes fluttered down my front, and only then did I realize my hand had still been under my dress when I clasped my heart in shock. My cheeks lit aflame as I processed the fact that I’d basically just groped my boobs for a good three to four seconds in front of this absurdly hot stranger.

“Oh… my God,” I whispered under my breath, fairly mortified as I released myself and slipped my hand out from under my dress.

“I mean if you want to keep doing that, by all means,” Eight-Pack smirked, his lean biceps twitching as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “It’s just I already stained my shirt tonight.” He nodded toward his booze-splattered button-up in the sink. “Didn’t really feel like busting the zipper on my favorite jeans.”

I took a moment to process what he was saying. I gave a dry laugh as I stared at him.

“Was that a boner joke?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how much it counts as a joke when I’m actually hard right now.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” he laughed. “Cut me some slack, I thought I was alone in here – I definitely didn’t expect a fucking gorgeous blonde to walk out playing with her own tits.” He held both hands up when I shot a look. “Breasts. Sorry.”

“Huh.” I crossed my arms, unsure if the noise I made in response was a laugh or a scoff. I honestly couldn’t tell if I was offended, charmed or completely turned on by this guy, but I was leaning towards all of the above. “Yeah, well… I also didn’t expect to walk out of the bathroom to find a guy just standing there without a shirt on,” I countered. “Pretty sure this is a women’s bathroom.”

“It’s a unisex employee’s bathroom,” he corrected, his gaze traveling leisurely up my legs. “And I’m pretty sure you’re not an employee.”

“How do you know that for sure?” I challenged.

“Because I would’ve remembered you,” he replied as his eyes landed back on me.

Ugh, fine.

I had been biting it back till this point, but fuck it, I finally let go of my grin. I was officially charmed, my heart skipping a beat as I watched the stranger’s lake blue eyes fall gently onto my mouth. When he looked back up at me, a curious frown pinched his brow.

“What’s your name?” he asked.