I turned my head, the shower head still pressed firmly against my throbbing clit, and locked eyes with Jake. He stood there holding a wrench, staring at me with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, quickly lowering the shower head and turning off the water.

Jake’s face turned bright red. He looked away immediately and stumbled back a step. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Angelique. I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that. I came up to check the pipes like you said and the door was open. I thought no one was in here. I am really sorry. I should not have looked.”...