(Lizzie POV)
The steamy sight of Holden flourishes my desire and heightens my thirst for him that my hand can't resist to touch myself. I close my eyes, as my fingers work into my wet and warm folds, swirling sensual circles, which elicit faint moans from me.
Fuck, he's so hot. I can come for him right here, right now.
The intensity of the stimulation on my s*x organ is increased and more pleasure is produced, overwhelming me. I moan louder, forgetting his existence in the room, and my eyes open to the sweat-coated man, watching me intently and lifting the weights.
His tongue grazes his lips. "f**k, baby. Good morning to you." He chuckles softly and sets the weights aside.
I feel my cheeks changing to a tint of pink, as the embarrassment is etched on my face.
My fin
