Vivian stepped out of the bathroom, every muscle in her body aching from the surgery, but none of that mattered now. Not when she saw him.
Christopher.
Naked.
Standing right in the middle of the room like he f*****g owned the air she was breathing — and maybe he did. Water slid down his chest, tracing every hard ridge of muscle, down the sharp cut of his abs, until her eyes locked onto the thick, heavy c**k standing tall between his legs.
Her mouth went dry. Her towel slipped lower, barely clinging to her curves, but her body was frozen and stuck between shock
What’s wrong, kitten? Surgery leaves you speechless?”
She swallowed hard, heart racing as she bit her lips “You could’ve put something on.” He stepped closer, the size of him impossible to ignore, c**k swaying slightly with eve
