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Chapter 6 by dbzzzzz dbzzzzz

What do you do?

You push past Gaby into her apt

He made his move on pure instinct, slipping past her sideways with a muttered apology that fooled no one. Gaby laughed, a warm, delighted sound, and let the door swing shut behind him with an easy, final click that made his pulse jump. “Relax,” she teased, trailing after him at an unhurried pace. “You’re safe now. Walls, locks—very civilized.” She stopped a few feet away and took her time looking him over, not rushing a single second of it, her gaze slow and unapologetic as if he were an exhibit she’d paid to see

He was naked. Completely, utterly naked. His cock stood at full attention, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He couldn't hide it, couldn't will it away. He held the towel out to Gaby with one hand, the other instinctively moving to cover himself—a pathetic, insufficient shield.

Gaby took the towel with a satisfied hum, folding it neatly over her arm as if she'd just received a returned library book. Her eyes, however, were locked on what he was trying to hide. "My, my," she murmured appreciatively. "No wonder Chloe keeps you around."

“Hey, I’m attentive, reliable, and I make excellent coffee. This is just the bonus content.” Ethan replied.

She turned away with light chuckle, pulling her phone from her pocket as she walked deeper into the apartment. Her thumbs moved rapidly across the screen, typing something. Ethan shifted his weight, his heart hammering. “Okay, I’ve caved. The towel is yours. Release the hostage, please.”

Gaby paused her typing and looked back at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “The hostage?” A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Sweetheart, the hostage has been released. He’s standing right there in front of me, looking very… unbound.” Her gaze dropped meaningfully to his groin. “Now, the ransom… that’s a different story.” She went back to her phone.

Ethan prodded, "Gaby...."

"Right, right. The key." She set the phone down on a side table and began opening drawers in a small console near the hallway. She rummaged through one, then another, humming to herself. "I know it's here somewhere…"

What's next?

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