My fingers grip the wet tiles, sliding down as a shiver breaks over my skin, my head tilting back as I pump harder, faster, begging silently for the release I so desperately need.
Royce.
I imagine her voice, all moany, breathy, panting as I grip under her thigh, lifting it around my waist and sliding my cock into her was ease.
Royce.
I hear it again. My skin is alight, toes curling, fingertips dragging down the wet tiles.
“Fuck.” I clench my teeth, my cheeks hollow as I pant, breathing through my orgasm. “Athena, oh God.” Groaning, I come into my hand as my head falls back.
“Royce.”
This time, I know that’s not my imagination.
“Oh my God.”
Her words strangle me, I choke on my intake of breath, my cock bobbing in my hand, pulsing as my pleasure rolls through me. Shuddering, I slowly turn my gaze to see her standing there. My fingers are still spread against the tiles, my shoulders curled forward as I stare at her through my wet fringe.
Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide. She’s so pretty. Her hand is covering her mouth, and I hate that because I am desperate to see her lips. Those honey amber eyes are not shifting from me, but I don’t even care.
There is nothing I can say or do. She has caught me.
Slowly straightening myself, I turn and slide the full glass door open, and I smirk as she covers her eyes, peeking slightly through a gap she’s made.
“No need to cover your eyes, babe.” I pad onto the tiled floor, water pooling beneath my feet. “You’ve already seen it.” I grab a warm towel, wrapping it around my waist.
“I know we were meant to meet later,” she says quickly, “but I was writing, and I was so excited because the words were flowing and my God?—”
I walk towards her and turn her the right way to my bedroom. She keeps moving, still with her eyes half covered.
“And I had this question to ask you and I just burst in.” She takes a breath. “And I needed to see you…” She trails off. “Not all of you, mind.”
I watch her, her lips turning down and I laugh quietly. Stepping forward, I curl my fingers around her wrists and slowly pull her hands away from her eyes.
“What was the question?” I ask, water running down my torso, and she blinks at me.
“I can’t remember.” She stamps her trainer covered foot.
“Well, you were a little preoccupied,” I tease and she slams her mouth shut.
“Youwere a little preoccupied,” she mutters, pressing her arms against her chest.
“I was.” My cock twitches and I internally groan. “But I think,” I whisper, stepping close to her. The urge to pull her close overwhelms me but I resist. I keep my hands by my side. “You enjoyed seeing it.” A soft gasp catches and I smile. “Will this make it into the book?”
She rolls her lips. “Maybe…” Her eyes fall. “The main male character will have amuchbigger dick than you.”
I laugh loud, my head tipping back and she laughs with me. “They all have big dicks in your books,” I mutter and that shuts her up in an instant.
She blinks as if trying to connect the dots.
“I think I am on the third book of your series.”
The colour drains from her face. “Oh my God.” She hides her face again.
“But”—I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth—“I do think you need to switch up the sex scenes.” I watch as the tip of her ears redden.
“Go away,” she wails and I chuckle.
