Brian’s POVMaeve looked up and froze, brush tangled in her hair. She must have been lost in her thoughts. In the mirror, behind her shoulder, the door to her new bedroom was open.She was in a pale pistachio colour bikini that I had gotten for her and she looked tantalisingly mouth watering in it.I was standing in the doorway.For what seemed like an endless moment, we both froze. My eyes flickered down her body. Her bare legs, her beautiful breasts and cleavage and his slowly hardening nipples under my gaze.Instinctively, she put her hand between her legs and over her chest. "Sorry!" she yelped. She assumed I'd yelp back, utter an apology, scurry away. We'd both feel embarrassed, and we'd never speak of it again.But that's not what I did. To Maeve, I hardly even seemed fazed. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an inscrutable smile. "Didn't realize you weren't decent."It had been two days that she was here, at my home and yet I had found no time when she was alone
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