Page 60 of False Start
But she didn’t.
Instead, a full sixty seconds passed with just that soft music crooning and the sounds of water gently splashing.
And then, a moan.
I froze, eyes wide and heart picking up its pace. My fingers rolled into fists at my sides as I forced a slow, steady exhale.
Madelyn whimpered, the sound of the water splashing picking up pace a bit, and then she let out another long, deep moan.
Fuck.
She was touching herself.
I closed my eyes with my nostrils flaring, pressing my back even more into the wall to keep myself from bolting into that bathroom and doing something I’d regret.
I needed to leave.
I needed to slowly back away and take my stupid ass right back out the door.
But I was rooted in place, straining to hear another sweet sound over the music.
My cock was already rock hard, pitching a tent against my joggers. I listened to the water splashing, and then stilling, to the sound of labored breathing over the jazz until another low moan ripped from her throat.
I couldn’t swallow past the knot in my throat, couldn’t breathe properly with how hard my heart was beating.
And instead of walking away, I slid along the wall slowly, silently, until I could peek through the crack of the open door above the hinges.
All I could see at first was her foot, wet and dripping water on the tile floor. Her toes curled, a chorus of soft, whimpering sounds floating up from her lips.
Christ.
My cock begged for me to relieve it as I followed the line of her leg up, finding her head still tilted back in ecstasy, her lips parted, a line between her brows as her hands worked under the water.
I closed my eyes.
Time to leave, you fucking creep.
And I was doing just that.
I was turning around, ready to walk out when I heard her murmur something that stopped me in my tracks.
I strained to hear against the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears.
A moment later, she moaned again.
She moanedmy name.
“Kyle,” she breathed. “Yes, just like that.”
A stronger man would have walked away. A smarter man would have gone into the hallway and waited ten minutes before knocking and loudly announcing their return.
But in that moment, I wasn’t smartorstrong.
I was helplessly driven by the lower half of my brain, and when it came to that woman, I was weak as fuck.
Madelyn gasped as one of her hands slid up to palm her breast, and I caught just the glimpse of her dark nipple before she covered it and arched into the touch.
I couldn’t take it.
