I heard the sound of water running and opened my eyes. Christian stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Morning, Mrs. Gulf."
"Getting ready to leave?" I asked, sitting up.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep. You have a few minutes before you need to get up."
I stood up, sleep clearing completely from my eyes.
His dark hair was damp, his body taut with muscle, and somehow, the water dripping down his skin made him even more enticing. The V-line on his pelvic was visible, and I felt the craving from yesterday stir again.
I walked toward him. He stood still, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What's that look on your face?"
"What look?" I shrugged, now standing right in front of him.
"Alora." His eyes darkened as he held my gaze.
I tugged at the towel around his waist, "oops." I said with a smile.
He let out a groggy laugh and I glanced down.
He was already hard.
"Mr Gulf, please apologize to whoever you're supposed to meet. I think you'll be running late."
