Chapter 1: Introduction
The rainforest shower pounded against Isis’s skin, warm water cascading over her curves as she tilted her head back, letting the steam curl around her like a lover’s embrace. The scent of lavender and something musky—maybe the eucalyptus oil Sarah swore by—filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of the city outside. She hummed along to the distant sound of traffic, her fingers trailing lazily over her body, tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips.
God, it felt good to be away.
No kids, no husband, no responsibilities—just the slow, indulgent rhythm of a weekend that belonged entirely to her. Isis stretched under the water, her fingers splaying against the cool marble as she leaned forward, letting the steam cling to her skin. The shower was a damn masterpiece—floor-to-ceiling glass, a waterfall showerhead that made her feel like she was bathing in a tropical downpour, and a sunken tub that looked like it belonged in a five-star spa. Sarah had always had the best taste.
She reached for the shampoo, squeezing a dollop into her palm before working it into her long, dark hair.
The scent of vanilla and coconut wrapped around her, rich and intoxicating. She sighed, closing her eyes as her fingers massaged her scalp. God, this was the life. No alarms, no deadlines, no last-minute work emails—just her, the water, and the slow, delicious stretch of a weekend that felt like a gift.
The glass door of the shower slid open with a soft hiss.
Isis’s eyes flew open just as a broad, muscular figure stepped inside. Her breath hitched.
Johnny.
Sarah’s husband.
And he was completely naked.
Her gaze flicked down—then snapped back up, her cheeks flushing as her brain scrambled to process the sight of him.
Johnny was *massive*—not just in height, but in *every* way. His body was a landscape of muscle, water sluicing over the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the thick, powerful thighs that flexed as he stepped deeper into the shower. And then there was the *other* thing.
Oh.
*Oh.*
Her pulse stuttered. She’d heard rumors, of course—Sarah had *definitely* mentioned something about Johnny being "well-endowed" in a drunken confession years ago—but *this* was something else. The man was *packing*. And he was *hard*.
Thick. Long. *Impressive* in a way that made her throat tighten.
Isis’s fingers tightened around the shampoo bottle, her knuckles whitening. She swallowed, her mind racing. *He thinks it’s Sarah.* Of course he did. The shower was steamy, the lighting dim, and with her hair slicked back, she probably looked different enough to be mistaken in the haze of early morning.
Johnny’s head was down, his eyes closed, his hands braced against the marble as he let the water cascade over him. He hadn’t noticed her yet.
She should say something.
But her voice had abandoned her.
“Baby I’ve been waiting for you to suck my dick all morning. I’m so fucking horny” he said as he looked up. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.
Isis’s heart hammered against her ribs. The air between them thickened, charged with something electric, something dangerous. She should move. She should *say* something. But her body refused to obey.
Johnny’s gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, taking in the way the water beaded on her skin, the way her nipples hardened under his scrutiny. His throat worked as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Isis.”
Her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. She should step back. She should turn off the water, grab a towel, and bolt. She blushed and laughed and he did too. “Fuck isis I thought you were Sarah. I was ready to fuck” he said. “I can see that she said as she covered herself with her arms. “I’m so sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, *I’m* sorry,” he cut in, his voice rough but not unkind. “I should’ve looked before—” His gaze flicked down again, just for a second, before snapping back up. “Fuck, this is awkward.”
She laughed, the sound breathless and nervous. “A little, yeah.”
The tension between them was thick, charged with something neither of them could name. The shower still roared around them, steam curling in the air, the scent of eucalyptus clinging to their skin. He turned the water off and stepped out and she followed. His cock was bouncing along as he moved. He handed her a towel and she quickly wrapped herself up. “Well if it helps you look fucking good isis” he said. “That ass insane” he whistled. She blushed and turned away “thanks Johnny. You look good too” she said. “I mean, I didn’t mean to see you like that, but…” She trailed off, heat creeping up her neck. The towel was soft against her skin, but it did little to shield her from the way Johnny’s gaze lingered on her. His eyes were dark, hungry, and she could practically feel the weight of his stare like a physical touch.
He smirked, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on giving you a show.” His voice was low, rough, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Isis bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and something far more dangerous—excitement. The way Johnny looked at her, like he was starving and she was the only meal in the room, made her pulse race. She should leave. She *should.* But her feet refused to move.
Johnny’s gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, lingering on the curve of her waist where the towel dipped slightly. His throat worked again, and she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for her.
“You’re not going to tell Sarah about this, are you?” he asked, his voice rough.
She laughed, the sound nervous but genuine. “And ruin our friendship? No way.” He grinned and slowly jacked his cock a few times. “Good. Because I don’t think I could handle Sarah finding out I was in here with you like this.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down Isis’s spine. She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of the towel. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with something electric, something dangerous.* But her body refused to move.
Johnny’s gaze raked over her again, slow and deliberate, taking in the way the water had left her skin glistening, the way her nipples pressed against the towel, the way her breath hitched when his eyes met hers. She gazed in awe at the size of his cock and gulped. It was so hot she was soaking wet. He didn’t know but one word and she’d be on her knees licking every inch of it. He was so hard that it was almost painful. He wanted to feel her lips on him. He wanted to feel her tongue on him. He wanted to feel her pussy on him. He wanted to feel her ass on him. He wanted to feel her everywhere on him. He wanted to feel her everywhere.
Isis’s breath hitched as the silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with something unspoken. The bathroom was warm, the air thick with steam and the scent of eucalyptus, but the tension in the room was electric. Johnny’s gaze burned into her, dark and intense, and she could feel the weight of it like a physical touch. She bent to pick her thong up and the towel fell and he grunted in heat. She felt his eyes on her and she stood up to face him. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. His tongue was in her mouth and she moaned. He pulled her against him and she could feel his massive cock against her belly. She reached down and stroked it. He groaned and kissed her harder. He lifted her up and sat her on the bathroom counter. He spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He licked her clit and she gasped. He sucked on it and she moaned louder. “Do you want my cock isis” he asked. “I want you to fuck me” she said. “Oh god Johnny, that feels so good” she said. He slid two fingers inside of her and she gasped. He fucked her with his fingers and she moaned. He sucked on her clit and she moaned louder. “I want your cock inside of me” she said. He stood up and kissed her.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. She could feel his massive cock against her belly. “Do you want my cock isis” he asked. “I want you to fuck me” she said.