Ready for bed, makeup off, skin care regimen done, I crossed the room as quietly as possible, intending to head downstairs for a glass of water.
Uncontrollably drawn to my husband, however, I couldn’t help but glance at his doorway as I stepped out of mine.
To my surprise, his door was slightly ajar, the lights still on. I tiptoed toward it, intending to shut it for him when I heard the shower running in his en suite.
Jared was in the shower.
Naked.
It was easy at that moment to fantasize walking into his room, pulling off the thin nightie I wore because of the hot summer night, and then stepping into his bathroom naked. To imagine that Jared would take one look at me through the steamy glass of his shower door, slide it open, and haul me inside.
How he’d press me up against the damp tiles and take my nipple in his?—
The sound of a door closing wrenched me from my fantasy, and I realized in mortification that Jared’s shower had stopped. That he was walking into view.
Naked.
Totally, absolutely, phenomenally naked.
My lips parted as heat pooled in my belly at the sight of him.
He rubbed his wet hair with a towel as he wandered over to his bed, checking his phone absentmindedly. Completely unaware he was being ogled.
There was a lot to ogle.
Rivulets of water trailed down between his hard pecs, following a light fur of hair that disappeared to reveal smooth, sculpted abdominal muscles. He wasn’t crazy defined like Taka, who worked out constantly because he was usually half-nakedat some point in one of his TV shows, but Jared was naturally muscular and hard from constant physical work.
When my gaze finally made it to his semi-hard cock protruding between muscular thighs, I had to hold in a gasp.
Jared was big. Above-average length. And thick.
The girth …
Wet heat flooded between my thighs.
I itched to throw open the door and throw myself on him.
But Jared turned, thankfully with his back to me. Thankfully because not only did it provide me with an excellent view of his muscular ass, but it meant he didn’t see me as he headed out of sight toward the bathroom.
What the hell are you doing?I shrieked at myself, backing up as quietly and as slowly as possible. This was wrong. This was so wrong.
I’d perved on Jared.
Forgetting about the glass of water, I scurried back into my room, barely able to hear over the rushing of blood in my ears.
Scrambling into bed, I reached over to switch off the lamp on the bedside table, plunging the room into somewhat darkness, considering the sky was still navy outside.
I tried to slow my breathing, to calm myself enough to sleep.
But every time I closed my eyes I saw naked Jared.
Naked Jared.
My naked husband.
“Ugh,” I groaned. How unfair was it that he was technically mine … and I couldn’t have him.
As I tossed and turned, trying to sleep, unable to for the flush across my skin, I eventually decided that I could at least have him in my fantasies. So I held the image of him in my head as I touched myself and smothered the sounds of my orgasm in my pillow.
