LENA’S POV

The water was still running hot when the damn door slammed open next door again.

I had been so close. Fingers working steady circles over my clit, two of them already slick inside me, the other hand braced on the tiled wall while the spray hit my back. My orgasm had been right there, coiling tight, thighs shaking, breath coming short. Then the familiar scrape of that back door and the jingle of a dog collar cut straight through the steam and killed it.

I yanked my hand away with a frustrated sound that echoed off the tiles. Three mornings in a row this new neighbor had decided...