Page 39 of Pure Recklessness

I’d never watched a man do this before. Just the thought of it would’ve made me wince.

But this?

This was…

My knickers were now soaked and my clitoris was throbbing with need.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to touch myself.

I wanted to dip my hands between my legs and…

‘Fuck. Oh fuck!’ Mr Devlin growled.

As I watched his seed splatter against the shower wall, I gasped.

This was debaucherous.

Completely scandalous.

Sinful.

And strangely, I enjoyed every single second.

I bit my lip as I wondered if he would do it again.

He leant forward, heaving as he tried to catch his breath, then I watched as he switched from the rainfall shower head to the manual shower to clean the wall he’d just exploded onto.

Looks like the show is over.

My shoulders slumped with disappointment.

That was my cue to go.

For real this time.

But just as I was about to leave, Mr Devlin turned around and his eyes locked with mine.

‘Eleanor?’ He blinked as if he was trying to work out whether I was real or a figment of his imagination.

Then his eyes popped.

Clearly, he’d realised that I really was standing there watching him pleasure himself.

His hands dropped between his legs as he tried (and failed) to shield his crown jewels and his face turned to thunder.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

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Was Eleanor really standing there or was this still part of my sick fantasy?

When I saw the look of horror in her eyes, I realised this was real.

But none of this made sense.

I’d locked my door.