Under Pressure (18 page)

No answer.

He headed in the direction of the light that beckoned him. He pushed through the open door, took one step into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks. His breath swooshed from his lungs. Elsa was in the tub, her long locks spread over the edge like a golden wave. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were a fascinating color of red. She appeared to be sleeping but her shoulder jerked.

Her pale pink nipples skimmed right above the line of water. His mouth watered and his dick cocked in observation. Another moan slipped past her trembling lips, a telltale sound that warned him she
was focused.

Her back arched as the water splashed around her, her knees widened.

Bloody hell!
She was touching herself.