Fortunately, she stands up and saves me from me. She smacks her forehead. “Totally forgot. I need to wash my hair.” She nods. “I think I got some seven-layer bar in it.”

“Yeah. You should wash the seven layers from your hair.”

She turns the corner and heads to the bathroom.

This time I know she’s not retreating. She’s not crying. She’s not sad. She’s turned on.

15

A minute later, the water cranks on, the beat of the shower stream pounding against the tile. I close my eyes, my breath already coming hard, and I picture her naked. In my fantasy, I stand there, watching her. Her hands slide over her full breasts then slip between her legs. She doesn’t even need her toy right now, she’s so worked up.

And so the fuck am I. My dick is going to punish me if I don’t deal with these epic levels of arousal right now.

Fuck it.

I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve got to do something about this roommate situation. She’s safely in the shower, and I’m safely in the living room. I unzip my jeans, slide my hand into my boxers and take my cock in my fist.

As the shower becomes my soundtrack, I stroke my dick, long, lingering strokes from the base to the tip. I run my other hand over my balls, which feel so fucking heavy. With lust for her. With absolutely inappropriate desire for my roommate, my good friend, my best friend’s sister.

But what’s a man to do?

Mere feet away from me, the woman of my dirty dreams is naked and playing with herself. That’s my greatest fantasy. Josie is so turned on right now, she had to take care of business. God help me. I have no choice.

“Fuck,” I mutter, because her pussy must be so slick and wet right now. So goddamn slippery.

I grip harder, sliding a bead of liquid over the head of my dick then down the shaft. It eases my solo flight. There’s no time for buildup. No time to let this one last. I’ve got one mission and I’m on a fast track, headed for some much-needed relief.

She’s probably nearly there herself, leaning against the shower wall under the stream, that lucky fucking water sliding all over her body.

With that glorious vision in my mind, I sink deeper into the couch and stroke. Longer, faster, rougher strokes. My fist curls tighter as I grip my dick and imagine the scene nearby. Her fingers fly. She doesn’t take her time at all. She grabs her finger vibe, slides it on, and rubs her throbbing clit in a frenzy. Because she’s desperate, just like me. She’s hungry for an orgasm.

I hiss out a breath. I bet waves of pleasure are rolling down her body as her hair grows damp, as her skin heats up, as she rubs that magical device over her aching clit.

The things I could do to help her . . .

Jerking harder, panting faster, I imagine walking into the bathroom right now, stripping off my clothes, and getting under the water. Taking that finger toy and working it on her. Letting her body melt against mine as I get her off, as she begs me to give it to her.

“Chase, it feels so good.”

“Chase, I’m dying for you.”

“I’m begging you to make me come.”

My dick is iron now, and my breath tumbles out in harsh pants as I jack harder and cycle through all the ways I’d make her soar. I’d take over for that vibrator and stroke her sweet clit while I fucked her with my fingers. She’d shatter in my arms.

Tension winds up in my legs, and my quads tighten as I imagine getting her off again, this time with my mouth, feeling her go wild under my tongue. And then I’d push her hands to the tile, slide into that hot, sweet pussy, and play with her magnificent tits as I fucked her until she came again.

Like I’m about to. Holy fuck. I’m about to come so fucking hard because I want that. I want to be the one who turns her inside out with pleasure. I want to be the man she wants fiercely. I’m dying to be the one she gets off to.

A sharp, powerful climax thunders down my spine, lighting me up as I come hard in my hand.

I breathe like a man sprinting, as if I’ve ridden my bike harder than I ever have. When I open my eyes, I thank the Lord that Josie’s paper dedication extends from toilet paper all the way to tissues, because there’s a box of Kleenex next to me. I grab some and clean up, then head to the kitchen to wash my hands and readjust my dick.

When the shower turns off, the images haven’t stopped. All I can see is her naked, wet, and hungry for me. And I can’t stop fucking her in my mind. I can’t take my hands off her.

Five minutes later she emerges, her wet hair in a twisty bun. She wears light blue pajama bottoms and a pink tank top. She claps her hands together. “Those seven-layer bars should be ready to eat now,” she says, all sweet and innocent.

Soon, we sit down with our glasses of milk and her treats, like a good boy and girl.

As I watch her nibble on a chocolate-chip-covered corner of a bar, I wonder if she was thinking about two unknown guys in the shower.

Or if she’s like me, and got off to her roommate.

16

From the pages of Josie’s Recipe Book

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Josie’s Magic Amnesiac Seven-Layer Bars

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Ingredients

½ cup unsalted butter, melted

1 ½ cups graham cracker crumbs

1 cup finely chopped pecans (can substitute walnuts)

1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

½ cup butterscotch chips

1 cup sweetened flaked coconut

1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

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When you really need to take your mind off someone, I highly recommend seven-layer bars. The taste is so intoxicatingly delicious that it is quite possibly the closest substitute for . . . Well, look—let’s just say these bars are some kind of sublimation.