Tara’s POV

I stayed in the bathtub a little longer than necessary, letting the hot water lap against my skin while the aftershocks of my orgasm faded into a lazy, satisfied hum. Across the room, Asher leaned against the sink, arms crossed, still naked, still hard, still looking at me like I’d personally tortured him. His cock hadn’t gone down even a fraction. It stood flushed and angry between his thighs, a thin string of precum dangling from the tip before the steam swallowed it.

I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back just enough to make my breasts rise out of the water. His eyes tracked the...