On Your Knees

I glance over my shoulder. Damian’s knuckles are white on the arms of the chair. Wyatt’s got one hand rubbing over the front of his pants.

I smirk, then turn fully to face them again. One hand trails down my body—between my breasts, over my stomach—until my fingers find my clit. I circle it lazily, moaning soft and breathy, loud enough for them to hear over the water. My other hand cups one brea