Free Love Shack (Tiny Houses, Big Hearts) by Roxy Mews

have an advantage. He hoped it was embarrassing, because he’d forgotten his night shirts, and unless he wanted to wear a polo to bed, he was showing her his nipples every night.
    “Nothing. Forget I said anything.” She picked up her e-reader and pretended to read, while she looked at him sideways over the purple leather cover.
    “So if I were to reach over this way…” Brandon just stuck his hand out to the left to see what kind of reaction he got.
    He got a very interesting one.
    “You did find my stuff. Look. I’m not embarrassed. It’s very healthy to have a sexual appetite, and we should all have the freedom in our own house…”
    Brandon’s smile tipped her off that he had been fishing and she pressed her lips together to keep any more words from coming out.
    His mind conjured all kinds of crazy things she could have hidden. “I never said I found anything, but I am sure going to look now.”
    He turned his body and began to feel along the floor, but he didn’t get to even reach past the little makeshift end table when he was rocked onto his back and mounted like a horse. Occupied with his treasure hunt, Brandon was caught off guard when she lunged for him. He’d fallen on his back, but he wasn’t sure why he let her hold his hands over his head while she sat on his stomach. He was too stunned to move once she got him there.
    Her breasts grazed his chest, her core pressed against his flexing abs, and she was panting lightly just inches from his own lips.
    “This is awkward,” she said.
    Brandon nodded, but he had to admit to himself—it sure didn’t feel awkward to his body. His skin began to heat beneath her touch, and his heart pounded enough blood south of the border to keep him rendered speechless.
    Neither one of them knew what to say, so they both muttered, “Good night” as she dismounted, and Brandon was grateful sleep claimed him early.
    * * * * *
    Light poured into the small space, and Brandon’s eyes blinked against the sunrise.
    Felicity didn’t seem as affected by the brightness. She rolled over and stretched. She pushed the covers off herself, but Brandon pulled them tight. He was used to waking up with a bit of a problem in the mornings, but this was bordering on blue balls.
    “I’m going to get a quick shower, and then I’ll show you how to use the Chemex to get some caffeine.”
    She left the bedroom area and Brandon exhaled. His hand automatically went to his crotch to adjust, but he moved it away quickly. His penis was not behaving like the good guest he’d promised to be when he’d suggested sleeping in the same bed. The floor might not be a bad idea after he’d throbbed with every cute noise she’d made before he passed out. He could sleep on the floor for a month.
    He heard the shower kick on, and knew he had a couple minutes. He rolled over and clicked on his tablet to get the news. There was probably some kind of horrible event going on, but nope. What smiled back at him from the front page of the news website was the woman he was trying to wrap his head around without straining his erection.
    The picture included him as well, but he was sweating like a sinner in church. It wasn’t a flattering shot. The cameraman had caught him eyeing the house. Brandon needed a better poker face.
    This was why he never gambled. It was a pointless endeavor with him being so easy to read. The stock ticker began to ding with the pre-opening reports he had set to come in for his investments. But he couldn’t even concentrate on them as he heard Felicity start singing.
    Brandon needed to get his hormones under control if he was going to stay with this woman. A box of tissues was on the magazine rack next to her side of the bed. Brandon listened to the shower for a few seconds. He heard some noises, but it was all very obvious she’d be busy in the shower for a bit. He needed to release this tension, and he didn’t know when he’d have any alone time again. Brandon pushed the covers