Dreaming

James stood in the doorway of the bathroom; his lips slightly parted as he adjusted the bulge in his pants.

My eyes widened when the realization that he’d just seen me pleasure myself. Did he hear me moan his name?

Embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. I tried to cover my body with my hands, but James growled, “Don’t you dare.”

Once again, my eyes widened as they met his. He continued palming at his length straining against the zipper of his pants.

“Wha…. What are you doing here?” The words left my lips as more of a squeak.

“Do I need an excuse to come back home to my wife?” his words reignited the heat in my core, and my legs squeezed together beneath the water.

James stepped closer, his eyes leaving a trail of fire over my body. Bubbles concealed most of my nudeness, but my nipples peaked just about the surface.

“The image of you coming from your fingers is going to be burned into my mind forever, Rosalind,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “The way your lips parte