Boom!

Clarissa's words hit my brain like a bolt of lightning. For a moment, I couldn't think at all.

My mind went completely blank, my body frozen stiff like a statue.

What did Clarissa mean by that?

Had she figured it out?

How could she possibly know what I looked like down there?

What the hell was going on?

Before I could make sense of anything, those soft hands kept moving, slowly working up and down. Her fingernails even brushed lightly over my balls.

I was a grown man. Obviously, I'd had my share of urges.

I'd had girlfriends before, though things never went all the way. Most of the time, I just handled things myself.

But Clarissa's hands felt nothing like my own.

I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the waves of sensation building in my body.

What was wrong with me?

Why did it feel like I was even more sensitive than usual today?

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs.

Help!

I screamed silently inside my head.

Someone, please help me.

It felt like my mind had been torn in two.

A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Then suddenly, her hand left me.

I heard soft rustling sounds.

My heart jumped straight into my throat.

A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me.

Was that her…

My breath caught.

Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

It was unbelievably wet.

Fear twisted in my chest, but mixed in with it was a strange anticipation for what might happen next.

But Clarissa didn't rush.

She just kept pressing close, slowly grinding against me, almost teasing.

"This thing really does look like Shawn's," she murmured.

"Usually, all I can do is sneak one of his boxers and deal with it that way. At least now, I've got a substitute. Oh, Shawn… my Shawn…"

What? She stole my underwear?

The words exploded in my head like thunder. For a moment, I couldn't even process them.

But along with the shock came a strange flicker of excitement.

Was my charm really that strong?

Clarissa, who was over a decade older than me, actually felt this way about me?

Why would she steal my underwear?

It didn't take much imagination to figure that out. She definitely wasn't taking them home just to collect them.

The thought that my underwear had been used by Clarissa in that way made my body tense even harder.

Below the waist, the heat kept pressing against me.

My body throbbed with every pulse, and my grip on my own self-control was slipping fast. A part of me was almost desperate for Clarissa to hurry up and take care of me properly.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

A stranger's voice suddenly came from the front of the shop.

Clarissa immediately stepped back.

I heard the quick rustle of clothing as she pulled her pants back on.

"Who is it?" she called out, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

Meanwhile, I shifted slightly on the bed, a little restless.

I couldn't help feeling a hint of disappointment.

Of all times for someone to walk in, why now?

"Just getting a box of condoms."

It sounded like someone had come in to buy protection. Clarissa might run the antique shop next door, but she stopped by my mother's place all the time to chat, so she knew her way around the store pretty well.

I couldn't see what was happening out front. All I could hear was Clarissa rummaging through shelves, then telling the customer the price.

My mind felt foggy.

The air around me carried a faint, sweet scent.

It was that aromatherapy oil my mother had bought recently. She had told me to light it when I slept because it could help me relax.

Right now, though, the smell made it harder to think straight.

A moment earlier, Clarissa's warmth had been wrapped around me. Now that I was exposed to the open air again, I felt a cool breeze brush against my skin.

I shivered.

Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the front.

It was Clarissa.

It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in.

Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room.

Each step brought her closer.

She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked.

A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again.

Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin.

"Mmm…"

This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

Clarissa froze immediately, clearly startled.

I felt embarrassed, too, but the raw urge surging through my body left me no room to think anymore.

"Ms. Hartley, it's me."

My voice shook with a mix of nerves and embarrassment.

"Sh-Shawn? Wh-why are you here?"

Her voice was full of shock. For some reason, though, she still hadn't moved away. Our bodies were still pressed together.

I could still feel that heat wrapped tightly around me, as if one push would break the final barrier between us.

"I-I fell asleep back here earlier," I said, my voice uneven. "I accidentally triggered the mechanism on the bed. Can you… turn it off for me?"

My breathing had grown heavier without me realizing it.

But instead of pulling away immediately, Clarissa seemed to shift her weight lower against me, as if the reaction only made her more excited.

Then, after a pause, she stepped away and unplugged the bed.

Without power, the restraints released almost instantly.

The moment my arms and legs were free, I instinctively stood up.

When I looked down, my heart nearly stopped.

I was standing directly in front of Clarissa, and my huge shaft was lined up perfectly with her flushed lips.

If I had stood up even a little faster, I would've bumped right into her mouth.

The strong scent of my body seemed to make her eyes grow hazy.

She bit her lip softly.

In that moment, whatever restraint I had left completely crumbled.

My trembling hand came down on the back of her head, making her body shiver slightly.

"Ms. Hartley… I-I want you," I said quietly. "Will you help me?"