Chapter 2: Testing Him

The sheets were still damp against my skin when I woke the next morning, my thighs sticky from the second round I’d given myself listening to him through the wall. I slipped out of bed before Mark’s alarm could even think about going off in some distant hotel room and padded straight to Alex’s door. The pair I’d left on his pillow was gone. Not folded, not shoved under the mattress—just vanished. My pulse kicked up so hard I felt it in my throat. He’d taken them. He’d used them.

Downstairs the kitchen smelled like coffee and toast. Alex was already at the table, hoodie pulled low, spooning cereal like it might bite him back. He couldn’t meet my eyes. Cheeks flushed dark, the tips of his ears red. Every time I moved he flinched just a fraction, like my presence alone was electric. I told myself it was innocent. Just a mom making breakfast. But my pussy was already throbbing, a slow, heavy pulse that made my legs feel loose.

After my shower I didn’t bother with clothes. I wrapped a white towel around my body—too small, the way I liked it—and “forgot” to pull my bedroom door all the way shut. The towel barely covered the swell of my breasts; the soft undersides spilled over the top, nipples already tight from the cool air. Below, the hem barely skimmed the bottom curve of my ass, cheeks peeking with every step. I moved around my room slowly, bending to pick up laundry, reaching for lotion on the dresser, letting the towel ride higher. I knew he was watching. I could feel his stare like hands on my skin. My clit ached, slick and swollen, and I had to press my thighs together just to keep from moaning out loud. I’m just testing the waters, I lied to myself. I’ll stop before it goes too far.

For the next two mornings I left fresh pairs on his bed—warm from my body, gusset still damp with the arousal I couldn’t hide. On the third day I made sure my bedroom door stayed cracked while I changed. I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but a short silk robe, belt loose, letting it gap open as I pretended to decide what to wear. Through the narrow opening I saw him.