Page 12 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

Dr. Josh Silver was in the shower.

My eyes dropped immediately, and I took a moment. There were so many things I should do. I should run out. I should make my presence known. I should walk right out and find solutions to the fact my car hadn’t started.

I didn’t have time to waste.

I had to get my kids home, for goodness’ sake!

Yet…

The thought of slipping out undetected faded away when I heard a third groan echo in the air. So deep and masculine my nipples tightened, and my breasts felt heavy. My skin felt hot from the top of my head to my toes. It’d been forever since I heard that sound, in real life at least. What? I was a woman who had needs. I watched porn on occasion. Sure, when I did, I had the door locked and headphones popped into my ears, but I still watched it.

Then I heard it. My name rumbled past his lips, and all thoughts of what was right or wrong disappeared. As quietly as I could, I snuck toward the shower area of the co-ed locker room and swallowed hard. The air was steamy and thick. Josh was taking a hot shower. A very hot shower. Now, in this space, the sounds he made were clearer, louder. They seemed to vibrate through the air and against the walls.

My body felt hot and prickly. Goose bumps flared to life on my skin from head to toe.

“Elena.” My name had never sounded better. “Fuck,” he groaned louder. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Not completely at least. My hand lifted to my chest as it rose and fell quicker and shallower. I stepped closer and stopped when I noticed Josh’s shower curtain wasn’t closed completely. I should have rushed away, but the sight of his bare muscular body assaulted me, and every single sliver of common sense and decorum was wiped away. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even shut my eyes for a mere second to blink.

Josh was beautiful.

Built like a Greek statue with defined muscles that flexed and strained over his pale skin that was pink from the heat of the water.God, this is such a huge invasion of privacy.Yet knowing that, I didn’t move. His arm rested above his head on the white tile.At least there is no way of getting caught?The stream of the shower pelted down on his body, streaming down his fair skin. I bit down on my lip to stifle a groan of my own. God, he was beautiful. This moment, watching him like I was, was worse than me kissing Rick.

I was a mess.

A very hot, crazy, extremely wet mess.

I was about to find the courage to take a step back, when he moved. Giving me an unobstructed view of his hand on his cock. My mouth actually watered. He was big. Really big. So big and thick I wanted to do nothing more than move toward him and get on my knees so I could take him in my mouth and do whatever it took to make him feel good enough to make the sounds he was making on his own.

I watched his big hand glide up and down his long shaft. Unable to believe how girthy he was, I wondered what it would feel to be stretched out by that thing. Filled to the brim. His length was impressive, but the thickness of his manhood… it was unreal.

Oh god, what am I doing?

Watching him like some perv! Taking in the sight like it was a show while he pleasured himself? If he turned just a tiny, little bit, he would see me. It wasn’t like I was hiding. He’d catch me creeping in the shower room. He’d think I was sick.

Get out of here!the small sane part of me that was left shouted. I moved and accidentally bonked my foot against the trashcan next to me. Time seized along with my lungs. Breathing was impossible.

I watched half-horrified, half-excited when Josh turned his head. It all happened in slow motion. Our eyes connected. If I didn’t feel like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, I would have noticed he didn’t seem surprised to see me.

“Elena,” he moaned, and for some reason, my feet took a step forward.

And then another.

“Baby,” he breathed. His rough, deep voice sounded like he was in pain. My breathing felt choppy, and my chest rose and fell while I was still unable to believe I was actually watching him. I’d thought about this. But reality? The size of him? The magnitude of his body and the way he looked at me? Wow! His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down like he was trying to take heavy gulps of air. “Fuck. You look good,” he rasped. There was an animalistic quality to his voice.

“Josh,” I whispered. His cool, icy blue gaze darkened as he stood there. The water pounded down on him. His hair was damp, his hand still wrapped around his big dick as it shuttled up and down his manhood. He was beautiful. Sinfully sexy.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off him.

Josh was incredible. Big and tall. Strong. I knew he was built and muscular but seeing his body without a stitch covering him gave me a whole other perspective. I felt so small in front of him, but not in a bad way.

His hand never stopped moving either.

I licked my lips while my eyes dropped to his front. I was surprised not one tattoo marred his fair skin. Freckles seemed to be scattered across his chest and shoulders.

“Elena,” he gritted through his teeth. I trembled, pressing my thighs together to alleviate the warm, damp pressure building. He crooked his finger with his free hand, and without hesitation, I moved toward him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing! I stopped mere inches from the shower without stepping in. With the shower curtain, droplets touched the tiled floor and misted the tips of my shoes.

Not that I cared or was paying attention to that.

“You like what you see?” he asked, rougher than I had ever heard him speak to anyone, much less to me.

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