She was supposed to be giving a massage. But when he groaned too loud, she knew someone was peeking through the curtains. Teased him with slow strokes while pretending innocence—until her grip tightened like she’d been waiting years. Thick fingers stroking hard, nails scraping just right as he whimpered under her touch. Didn’t even bother hiding it when she leaned down for that final squeeze, eyes locked on nothing but pleasure.
