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The suds are still in my hair, so I close my eyes and make quick work of rinsing. The hotel room is strangely quiet, so I can only assume I was right. The hotel’s maid heard the water and left. She was probably embarrassed and left as quietly as she could.

Once my hair is rinsed, I risk a peek through my peripheral vision toward the now-open bathroom door. At first, it’s difficult to see much through the steam, but I’m able to make out the form of a petite woman with curly hair.

Jess.

She’s standing by the bed and staring toward the bathroom. The only obstruction blocking her view of me is . . . nothing.

I don’t think she notices I see her watching me, so I avert my gaze. I’m frozen as I wait to see what she is going to do. Is she going to call out a joke and leave? Will she sneak out like she never saw me?

Or none of the above?

She hasn’t moved, nor does it look like she intends to. I can feel the weight of her stare. I was half-hard already before she walked in. Thinking of her does that to me, unfortunately, pretty often. Now, having her stand there, looking at me, has my cock full and hard.

It seems the curious Jess is here for a show. If that’s what she wants, I’m happy to give it to her.

I never thought I’d be in this situation, and I can’t say I’m disappointed. Excited? Yes. Disappointed? Definitely not. Just thinking of her watching me shower has my balls tightening and my pulse quickening.

Oh, yes, I’m here for it.

I arrange myself so that she can see me from a side angle. I grab the bar of soap. Instead of using the washcloth, I run the bar of soap over my shoulders, down my arms, and spend an inordinate amount of time lathering up my chest.

Through my peripheral vision, I can see that she’s still there. I wonder how long she plans to stick around. I was sure she’d leave by now.

I’d die to know what she’s thinking as I run my hands down my chest and stomach, making sure I lather myself over and over. I run the soap over my ass, then my sides, then my neck. I go lower again, and I can sense her eyes taking in my every move. My cock is now hard and straining, but I hesitate before going any lower. I’ve never done anything like this—let a woman watch me. Even more, I never thought I’d be turned on by the thought of it.

But I’m sure as fuck turned on. I don’t want to risk looking at her for fear she’ll notice and turn away. Instead, I close my eyes and build a fantasy in my head. In my fantasy, there is nothing but me and Jess. It’s so real. I see her tongue thrust out to lick her lips just as she lowers herself to her knees. As I wrap my hand around my cock, I feel her mouth close hungrily over me. My breathing quickens just as my hand begins moving, and her mouth grips me tighter.

She rocks back and forth, taking me deep into her warm, sweet mouth. She starts slow, so slow, like a gentle, soothing ocean wave. She’s teasing me now. She knows I want her to go faster, but she’s taking her time. She enjoys the power she has over me, and she wants it to last.

I’m on the verge of begging her to go faster when finally, she does. Faster, harder, her mouth tightens on me.

My legs are unsteady. One of my hands is still wrapped around my cock. I have to use my other hand to push against the wall for support.

I don’t know how long I can last with her looking at me like that with those catlike green eyes. Even in my fantasy, I see her eyes darken with lust, and it drives me so close to the edge. I imagine her being as turned on as I am, and it makes me crazy. I swear I hear her moans as her mouth pumps me harder and harder. No, not her mouth. It’s my own hand. I squeeze my eyes shut as I fight to keep the image of her in my mind, the image of her sucking me until I come into her pretty, sweet mouth.

I swear I hear a gasp, but that’s impossible. There’s no one here except me. Jess is in the other room, and there’s no way I could’ve heard her through the running water and the deafening sounds of her imagined moaning in my head.

Real or not, her gasp is what puts me over the edge and has my body tightening all over as I find my release.

Chapter 11

Jess

I should’ve left the moment I realized he was in the shower.

I heard the water as soon as I entered the hotel room. I saw the bathroom door open. Did I leave? No, I didn’t. I was pulled closer by an invisible and unrelenting force.

We’ll call it hormones or . . . a lusting vagina.

I stood there and stared, mesmerized by the sight of Dax’s naked body. At first, all I could see was his gorgeous ass. Then he turned, and I got a full side view of the most beautiful male form I think I’ve ever seen.

Not that I’ve seen a lot. But damn.

When he turned my way, I thought for sure I was caught. I waited for him to call me out, but he didn’t. He didn’t know I was there.

I could’ve snuck out the moment I realized he was naked in the shower or even when I was almost caught staring. That’s exactly what a decent person would’ve done. I watched him as he touched himself, stroked himself, and pleasured himself.

I’m such a perv. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. I watched until the very end, and then I scurried out of the room as fast as my feet could take me.