The Landlord’s Forbidden Hands - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

"Didn't want to get my clothes wet, so... you don't mind, do you?" The boss's gaze raked over me with a smirk.
"O-oh, no... it's fine." My voice trembled as I stepped aside to let him in.
He fiddled with the showerhead like he knew exactly what he was doing, while I hovered nearby, my nerves coiled tight.
Then—suddenly—water sprayed everywhere.
"Ah!"
The towel slipped from my body, pooling at my feet.
Every inch of me—my pale curves, the secret places no one else should see—was laid bare before him.
And I couldn’t miss the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. Damn.
I swallowed hard.
A desperate ache pulsed through me, my fingers twitching with need.
Before I could stop myself, my hand drifted lower—
"Hiss—"
He sucked in a sharp breath, gripping my chin and forcing my eyes up to his.
"If he can't take care of you... maybe I should." His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me.
"You... you can't—"
His mouth crashed into mine before I could finish.
"Turn around," he growled. "Bend over. Let me see that perfect ass." His words were rough, his gaze burning into me.
"But my husband—he's right outside—"
"That idiot's out cold. He won’t hear a thing."
A shaky breath escaped me.
"...Then hurry." I obeyed, arching my back, offering myself to him.