My Best Friend's Camera Trap - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

My mind conjured up Derek's sculpted body, Sophia's pleasure-flushed face just beyond the door.
I imagined myself pinned beneath him instead...
A jolt shot through me and I snatched my hand back. What was wrong with me? He belonged to Sophia.
Before, when I'd let my mind wander like this, it was different—I knew it was my husband moving over me. Those thoughts were just harmless spice.
But Derek was right there, flesh and blood, separated only by a thin door.
Shame burned through me—I was betraying both my husband and my friend. Yet as Sophia's moans grew more urgent, my body responded against my will.
I buried my face in my hands, thighs pressing together in the cramped bathroom, only jolting back to reality when Sophia's sharp cry pierced the air.
My legs gave out and I collapsed onto the toilet seat, water sloshing onto the tiles.
Curled in on myself, humiliation washed over me—but between my thighs, the ghost of my fantasy still throbbed.
"Enjoy yourself?" Sophia gasped. "Using Jasmine's panties while you fucked me—you're sick."
Derek just laughed. "I'll throw them in the hamper. Tell her you did it."
Still dazed in the bathroom, their words barely registered before I heard Derek's footsteps coming closer.
"Huh? Why's the light—"
Terror spiked through my veins. I opened my mouth to warn him off—
The door swung open before I could make a sound.
The mirror showed everything: my heated cheeks, my curves barely concealed, my shirt riding up to expose my collarbones.
I was laid bare.
Derek stopped dead in the doorway, his own obvious arousal straining against his unfastened pants.
I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Scrambling for my clothes, I tried to cover myself—
But that fleeting image must have branded itself behind his eyes.
His gaze scorched through me like he could still see everything.
My teeth dug into my lip as my eyes dropped—
The thick outline of him nearly grazed my nose.
Holy shit, he's massive.