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lapping over my now hard nipples. A dull ache begins to throb between my thighs; I just want to feel wanted again. I’m so lonely.
    My hands slide over my body, stroking my soft, wet skin. Heat fires low in my pussy. My hands move down to touch myself where the ache is building. I slowly sway, making the water lap faster over my breasts. I bring one hand up to tease my nipple while the other strokes gentle circles over my clit, making my breath catch. My body tightens, coiling with anticipation. I’m right there, chasing my orgasm, and just as I’m about to topple over into a blissful climax, I hear a gushing sound over my music. Opening my eyes, I see Finlay wearing only his boxer briefs, watching me.
    What the hell? I’m fantasizing, it’s okay.
    No. No you’re not.
    The gushing sound is water from the shower behind him. My stomach drops and bile rises in my throat from the humiliation. Without thought, I sit upright in the water, yanking my iPod from the corner and causing it to sink to the bottom of the tub.
    “Fuck! Shit!” I stammer, grabbing my iPod and standing. I’m completely flustered, completely naked, and he’s staring at me as the water cascades down me like a water feature. A very naked water feature.
    “Do you want to finish?” He calmly asks, pointing to my crotch.
    Is he serious?
    Finlay unglues his eyes from my exposed body and fiddles with something on a shelf behind him. I take the opportunity to jump from the bath, grab a towel, and wrap it around myself.
    “Dammit, Finlay! How long have you been standing there?”
    “Long enough,” he replies with his usual smart-arse smirk on his face.
    Damn that dimple. I just want to lick it, or push my nipple into it. Oh, crap. Focus.
    “What are you doing in here anyway?” he asks casually, like he hadn’t just caught me masturbating in his tub.
    I look down to the floor, completely mortified, and nervous about the scars that mar my skin.
    “Gaby said it would be okay to use your bathroom,” I say, and that’s when I notice, protruding from his boxers, upright against his stomach, is his rock hard cock. Heat flushes my cheeks and I slowly lift my gaze to him. He’s still staring down at me with an intensity that makes my whole body hum.
    “Don’t be embarrassed! If it makes you feel any better that was super hot and I’m about to go and do the exact same thing.”
    His smirk turns into a full grin while lowering his boxers and casually walking into the shower cubicle. His body is lean and carved to perfection. He has that sexy V that you see in Calvin Klein ads and fitness magazines. James had a slight one but, damn, Finlay’s is cut.
    He’s smoking hot, and now wet. His cock is proud, hard and thick. My mouth fills with saliva and my vagina begs me to ease its ache. He’s watching me watch him with a bemused look. Gulping and looking him straight in the eyes, trying not to sound like a stupid, intimidated virgin I shrug my shoulders and say, “Hey, fair’s fair,” before turning and leaving the room, closing the door as I go.
    God, I’m excited, but also embarrassed and nervous at the same time. How does he do that? How can he make me feel this way? He annoys the life out of me but that smile also has a direct link to what’s in my panties, or in this case, what’s not in my panties. He saw me naked. I saw him naked. He looks good naked.
    Trust him to come home at that exact moment.
    It suddenly dawns on me that his sister is taking a sex shower with his friend. Running over to my bags, grabbing some panties and my new silk dressing gown, I rush to Gaby’s room.
    They’re still in the shower. Bloody hell, Mike has stamina. Go Mike!
    I gently knock on the door a few times and when they don’t answer, I cover my eyes and brave opening the door.
    “Sorry!” I hold my free hand out in the air like a white flag.
    “Shit!” Mike gasps. “What the fuck?”
    “Sorry guys, but Finlay’s home!”
    A huge commotion follows; I hear a