Dress Shopping

I stay here, lying in bed, my eyes following and watching him, admiring him and his body.

As I lie here, watching him shower, the realisation hits me that I need to forget about Marcus, no matter how hard it is. It isn’t worth losing Jackson over, not at all. Marcus is married. I would be his bit on the side. I will never be someone’s bit on the side, and I won’t lose Jackson for it either.

I watch him walk back in, purposely without a towel, the water dripping from his body. A moan escapes my lips as I look at him. His smile teases me. Instantly, I pull my lip in and bite it, begging for him to touch me again.

“I would be over there fucking you right now, but I have work to get sorted.” His body climbs on the bed. I moan as he gets closer, his lips finally reaching mine, my hands running down his wet body, moaning for more. “Tonight.” He gets up, grabs the towel and gets dried off. Did he seriously just tease me?

“How would Sir like me to be waiting?” I look at him through my las