The changing stall felt smaller than physics should allow.
Lily stood frozen just inside the parted red velvet curtain, heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her throat, in her fingertips, in the swollen, aching clit between her legs.
The air was thick. Alex's addictive scent, the faint cedar of his skin, and now the unmistakable sweet-sharp scent of her own arousal blooming hot and shameless from between her juicy thighs.
"Ah..hh..." Her orange eyes peeked through the gaps in her trembling fingers, wide and glassy, locked helplessly on the obscene sight inches away.
Alex turned to face her fully. Shirtless. Broad shoulders and toned arms that flexed just enough to make the muscles shift under golden skin. The black jeans rode dangerously low on his narrow hips.
The zipper jammed halfway up, teeth crooked and useless. His gray boxer-briefs stretched tight around the thick, heavy outline of his cock, soft still, but already obscene.
