I clutched his shirt in both fists and glared down at him.
The doorknob rattled twice.
I went rigid with fear. My blood ran cold, and the muscles between my legs clenched involuntarily.
"Mrs. Roland, are you in there?"
The housekeeper's question reminded me that I had locked the door. She couldn't come inside.
Eric looked up at me, his expression openly mocking as he took in my panic.
I was furious and humiliated, but I couldn't let the housekeeper find us like this. Swallowing my anger, I answered in a steady voice.
"Yes, I'm taking a shower. You can clean the bathroom later."
"All right," she replied.
The housekeeper moved away, but she was still cleaning in the bedroom.
Eric rose and took off his pants.
His erection sprang free, thick and rigid.
The sight alone made my legs
