The Perfect Mistake (The Connovan Chronicles #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“Every morning,” I tell her, “I’d wake up hard and thinking about you. It would drive me insane. I knew it was wrong. Knew I shouldn’t think about you that way.” Stepping out of my clothes, I walk into the shower. Turn on the warm water. It cascades from above in a gentle spray. I’ve left the glass door open, and she leans against it, watching me. “Why,” she breathes. Her eyes are on my body, and I let her look. I run a hand down my stomach and along my cock. “Why I shouldn’t think about you?” “Mm-hmm.” I grip myself and groan at the pressure. It’s been twenty-four hours of anticipation, of wanting to be right back here, with her. I pump in a long slow stroke, squeezing right at my head. “Because you’re good, and you’re so young. Nobody would understand,” I say. She stares at me, breathing heavily. “Our age difference isn’t that big.” “Big enough,” I say. Fifteen years isn’t nothing. “Too big for the people in our lives not to question it. My sister asked me to help you, and you came to me for a job. You’re my employee. Still, there I was,” I say, stroking myself from base to head, “coming to thoughts of you every morning.” Her breath catches. “Here, in this shower.” I brace one hand against the tile wall. “Yes. Here in this shower.”