“They’re just jealous I’m doing a five-star job.” I cracked a smile for the first time since coming in here. My legs trembled, my breath came in shallow gasps, and my mind was a whirlwind of sensations and conflicting emotions. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape. I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. But his thumb pressed at an angle, right against my hole, that made my knees buckle slightly. I was screaming internally. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap. His voice was calm, amused, like he’d seen this a thousand times before. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force.
