I grab my things and make my escape to the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, I lean back against the hard wood and drag in a shaky breath. What the heck is Grayson doing to me? I’m a good girl. I don’t lust over middle-aged men or strip naked when I know they’re watching me.

Only, I am that girl.

And I loved every second of it.

The bath water burns my skin as I climb in and sink below the rippling surface. I can’t stop picturing Grayson in his bedroom. Is he touching himself? Stroking his big cock to thoughts of me? Is he imagining me naked on his bed, on all fours, begging him to fuck me?

My fingers slip beneath the surface and cup my heavy, achy breasts. Releasing a moan, I crane my neck back and let my eyes fall closed. Pleasure lights up my body as I roll my peaked nipples, pinching them hard.

“That’s it, baby girl, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

I whimper, trailing my fingers further down, over my tensing stomach, and lower still until a gasp parts my lips. Sensation explodes as I press down on my swollen clit. The water ripples around me while I begin to circle my sensitive bundle of nerves. Lightly at first but then with more pressure. I make a keening sound I’ve never heard before. I touch myself when I’m alone—I’m no saint—but I don’t recall ever being this worked up before. I could practically feel Grayson’s eyes on me like a soft caress as I stood naked by my bedside. I didn’t have to look up to know he’d gotten to his feet and moved closer to the window. I sensed it as surely as the journey his eyes took down my trembling body.

And I knew…

I knew if I looked up, I would see the same desire reflected in his dark eyes.

“Grayson,” I moan, sliding a finger inside my tight pussy. The slight stretch feels amazing. How would it feel to be fingered by Grayson? His thick digits, stretching me wide in preparation for his hard dick?

My nipples resurface, pointy and hard, as I arch my back. I shove a second finger inside my tight warmth.

“That’s my good girl. You’ll take everything I give you.”

My chest heaves, my legs spread wider, pressing against the bathtub’s edge, and my fingers slide out to rub at my clit almost frantically while I tweak my nipples with my free hand. I need to get off. I’m so close. The water splashes over the sides, but I’m too lost to notice.

“Oh god, oh god,” I whimper, biting down on my bottom lip. My pussy contracts and pleasure floods through me, tensing every muscle in my body.

“Grayson!”

My loud moans echo in the bathroom. Out of breath and spent, I slide down further beneath the surface until the rippling water sloshes against my chin. My clit tingles with aftershocks.