Annie stared in wonder as Richard walked into the kitchen wearing just a towel.

The smell of his body wash wafted in the air.

Last week, she had seen him working out in the living room while shirtless,

sweat dripping down his back. Was he trying to drive her crazy? It was a special kind of torture.

Realizing it had been way too long since she had last had sex, Annie groaned and headed to her bedroom to masturbate.

She slid down her pajama shorts and pulled her vibrator from her nightstand drawer.

She closed her eyes, turned on the toy, and pictured Richard's defined shoulders.

She thought about him on top of her, muscles rippling with each thrust. Suddenly, there was a knock on the

door.

"'Come in!' blurted Annie, immediately regretting her words.

No, wait, I meant hold on.

But it was too late, Annie, blushing furiously, tried to cover herself up in her blanket.

Judging by the look on Richard's face, however, she knew it was no use.

Richard's jaw was slack, his eyes tracing her body from top to bottom.

The vibrator, Annie realized, was still buzzing under the

blanket. Switching it off, she swallowed hard and said, so sorry, I don't know why I told you to come

in. Richard's dark eyes landed on Annie's blue ones.

Is it bad if I'm getting really turned on right now?

Annie's heart lifted.

Her pussy throbbed.

She let out a whimper as Richard closed the space between them,

letting his towel fall to the floor as he moved.

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