I lifted my head out of the water, hair matted against my forehead. Micah bent down to meet my gaze, and I could already tell how much the little foreplay had worked on her. If we hadn’t been in the water, I would’ve seen just how wet she’d gotten.

I stepped out of the tub. The shorts I still wore left my dick print obvious, and Micah’s eyes locked onto it like she was only just realizing I might as well have been naked already.

I walked over to the sink, grabbed the lubricant—it would make every thrust into her smoother—and came back to her. Her eyes never left me,...