Page 21 of Double Obsession

Next came the uncropped photo he’d also posted on his InstaFriend feed. Unfortunately, his palm hid his cock. Still, the tease was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She emitted an animal-like whimper.

The caption read,Who wants to scrub my back?

Every one of her nerves hummed with longing. Unfortunately, she no longer owned a vibrator, and it had been years since she’d felt sexy or touched herself. She retraced her scroll to the shower footage.

She slid her panties down her hips and kicked them into the sheets. The video showed every inch of his body except his dick, and she pretended it was visible as her hand tickled over her nipples, down her torso, and between her thighs. She took a moment to play with her long-neglected pubic hair. Finally, she slid a finger inside her folds. Her hips bucked, and she clamped her lips to keep the vocalizations from reaching her children.

“Hunter,” she whispered to his image as her fingers searched and strummed.

Her inbox blinked and she halted mid-writhe.

Hey, beautiful, Jenna. Thanks for subscribing. What do you think?

Her cheeks burned. There was no way she could have been caught in a humiliating situation. Was there?

Constance Clayborn, the heroine in her first Desirable Duke book, was a bold and confident flirt. Jenna, the divorcee and mom, was a goober. She channeled Constance.

Handsome man, I want to scrub your back. I’ll also help you clean up all that whipped cream.

Tingles exploded with the force of a bomb the second she received his reply.

Damn, babe. You scrub me, and I’ll wash that tight little ass of yours.

Why Hunter Stone, are you flirting with little ol’ me?

Fuck, Jenna. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I jerked off five times reading your book. And twice the other night, remembering the way you smelled at that photo shoot.

What? He’d read her book? And she’d probably smelled like baby vomit and sweat the day they’d met, and he’d strutted to her grinning and batting his lashes.

You like the way I smell?Her finger danced over her cami to squeeze a hard nipple.

Babe, you smelled like sweet jasmine

Oh, yeah. Back in the day, she’d coated herself in Exotic Flowers by Pierre.

What are you wearing right now, sexy man?

Nothing but a smile. You?

A silk cami didn’t really count. Did it?Nothing

I’m so hard right now. I’m pretending you’re stroking my cock.

But, I am loving on your cock. Can’t you feel my mouth, my tongue, and my lips? You taste like heaven.

While waiting for his reply, her fingers tickled their way down her torso and found their way deep inside. She spread her legs wide and rocked her hips. Soon two fingers pumped in and out as her thumb massaged her clit. Her body tensed until an overwhelming ache consumed her. Her muscles akin to molten heat, she convulsed with a cry. Melting into the sheets, she held onto the euphoria.

Finally, he responded.I just came so fucking hard.

Her giggle was absurd. Me too.

What are you doing this weekend?

She had no desire to return to reality. However, she wanted to be honest since they’d orgasmed together.

I have to go into the city to meet my agent Berta and talk to the president of my agency. I’m not looking forward to it. Please keep this a secret. I’m behind on my manuscript.

Haha. My agent’s name is Bianca. I’m always getting myself into trouble too. Don’t tell anyone I said this, but she’s a bitch.