My real fingers moved faster between my legs as the fantasy took over. I turned in the shower, pressed both palms flat against the wet tile, and arched my back like I was obeying him. Hot water ran down my spine and between my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider.

In my mind he stepped into the shower behind me. Fully dressed at first, the water plastering his clothes to his body. One big hand grabbed my hip, rough and sure. The other slid up my back and fisted in my wet hair, pulling my head back just enough.

“You’ve been pushing since the second I walked in,” he’d...