Chapter 27: GETTING REAL

What was that?

"Is that her bedroom through there?" I asked nodding toward the door Coral had entered before leaving us standing in the sitting room.

"Yeah," Len said as he ran his hand through his hair. He took his jacket off and threw it over the back of an occasional chair then immediately opened his belt buckle and first button of the fly on his jeans. My eyes studied him carefully as he wandered around and sat heavily on the sofa.

"Maybe she's passed out in there," I said, half hoping that was the case as I rounded the sofa and sat down on a chair opposite. Once I was down at his level, my eyes were drawn to the inch of smooth tanned flesh with the smattering of hair running in a line into his jeans, exposed when he pulled out his t-shirt. I couldn't miss the sizable bulge of his cock that ran to the right just below the denim material.