While Bicker was taking a shower I was left tidying the room as I was used to cleaning every room in the mansion. Besides, all our clothes were scattered all over the floor and the bedside tables.
After a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open and quickly turned around. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw Bicker coming out of the bathroom wearing black boxers, his wet hair dripping over his smooth skin and muscular chest.
He dried his hair with a towel as my eyes roamed over every corner of his body like the greatest treasure I had ever seen. I swallowed dryly as my gaze fell on the bulge in his boxer shorts, even feeling my panties grow damp at the thought of it.
I was deep in my lust when a faint smile was heard coming from his lips.
"Am I turning you on honey?" he asked.
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