THREE.

~ Sinclair

It's been almost a week since the rumor about me and Clara Evans was published and though there were still a few crazy journalists camped at my gate, the rumor was beginning to die off.

Since the rumor started, I developed a habit of sneaking out the back gate in the early hours of the morning and having my secretary get my daily coffee from a nearby café. Work has been more hectic, trying to convince the board and investors that I was clear of all allegations. These days, I stayed at the office far into the night and sneaking back home in the morning.

My suitcase felt light as I descended the stairs and upon taking a closer look, I figured it wasn't the suitcase I needed for the day. A sigh escaped my lips as I stopped midway and went back up to my room.

The sound of the shower running had me narrowing my brows. The water turned off then turned on immediately, straightening, I walked to the bathroom.

“Mmh,” a moan escaped her lips. The bathroom door was wide open. Eve was in my bathroom with the shower head angled between her legs.

“Mmh,” she moaned again. Her free hand was sprawled against the bathroom wall as her back arched and straightened. She turned the shower knob, increasing the pressure of the water.

“Argh!” She pressed her head to the wall and stood on her toes. Blood rushed down my body and straight to my groin. The woman standing in my bathroom was a different version from the one I knew.

Her butt was round and firm, like something that would fit perfectly in both my palms. She moaned again and grabbed her hair, she was close, I could feel it and I was beginning to think I needed a release. Never did I imagine I'd walk into Eve engaged in such activity.

My dick stirred in excitement. A tattoo ran down Eve’s midsection was doing something unholy to me. When the fuck did my wife get a tattoo? Did she even like animals like that to draw a tattoo on her back?

“Oh fuck,” Eve moaned again and I adjusted myself to keep my dick from pushing out of my pants. When was the last time I had sex? The plan to grab my briefcase and rush off to work has been long forgotten, all I wanted to do now was to go press myself against Eve and give her the release she was looking for. A mind blowing, nerve wracking orgasm. Maybe, if I walked up to her, she'd let me mold her tits in my palms.

Fuck's sake Sinclair! My cock was aching, straining against my slacks like a goddamn school boy who can't control his urges.

Eve stood up on her toes, her head and back arched back and her face twisted in pleasure as a series of curses escaped her lips. She reached her climax. I watched Eve reach her climax. That image and sound would be stuck to my brain for the longest time.

I don't know how long I stood lost in my thoughts for Eve to have turned to me. Her eyes were widened in surprise but she stood, bare and naked before me. Her breasts were still the same small things I remember, her nipples, pink and round. I forced a spittle down my throat. All I wanted was to have those in my mouth.

“Uhm, Hi” Eve said and cleared her throat as she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I thought you had left.” Her cheeks and ears turned red. Was she embarrassed that I saw her naked?

“Yeah I-” Why was I still in the house again? “Yeah, I forgot my briefcase, that is what I came back to get.”

“Oh,” She lowered her gaze. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to catch me like this. I- my… my shower is broken so I just decided to use yours. The ones in the other rooms haven't been used for a long time, so…”

“It's fine. You can use the bathroom till yours is fixed.” What the fuck was I saying? Could I stay one more day looking at Eve touch herself without trying to bend her over my knees?

“Oh. I'll call the plumber today anyway, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, I-” She pointed to the door, one arm still hiding her breasts. “I really didn't mean for you to catch me like this.” She blinked off the drop of water that fell to her eyes. Her eyes were lidden with water and her blonde hair was now a golden brown color because of how wet they were.

“Hold on,” I held her by the shoulder when she tried walking past me. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed two towels. “For your hair.” She muttered her usual ‘oh’ as she took it from me.

I inched closer to her with the other towel and motioned for her to lift her arms up and she did. She let herself bare for me to consume. Her nipples stood firm and ready for me. Get a hold on yourself, Sinclair. I chided as I forced another spittle down my throat. How was this happening? When did I start wanting Eve this way?

My fingers brushed against Eve’s skin and my dick jumped in need. I never knew wrapping a towel around a person's body would be so difficult. I was holding myself back from a lot of things especially telling her to go back in the shower and let me watch her reach her climax again.

I secured the towel firmly around her body, she muttered a thank you, wrapped the other one around her head and as she left the room leaving my cock straining against my pants, I knew I was in for a long day.

Seventeen hours, a mountain of paper work and a cup of stale coffee later, I couldn't get the image of Eve’s arched back and twisted face off my mind. How I managed to get through the day without giving in to the urge to rush back home and catch her in the shower again was surprising.

My bulging dick was making it impossible for me to lay still. I needed a few hours of sleep before I would be greeted with meetings and paperwork but Eve, Lord, that woman… her body, her face twisted in pleasure, her standing on the tip of her toes to catch her climax, her…

“Oh fuck,” I grumbled as I jumped up from my bed, shedding my pyjamas pants as I walked to the bathroom. A faint scent of vanilla and apple bodywash welcomed me and I ground my teeth to keep me from moaning. Eve was beginning to do to me things I couldn't understand.

Standing under the shower with the images of Eve touching herself at the forefront of my memory, I fucked my hand.