***John's POV***
I decided to take another shower before getting dressed in a tux, which never makes any sense at these events because we always shift once we've signed. Once I'm done, I walk out of the bathroom and stop when I see Myra standing in front of the closet mirror dressed in a blue lace two-piece, exposing her beautiful butt and barely covering the front of her.
Myra stops playing with her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders, when she catches me staring through her reflection.
"We still have some time before we have to go downstairs," Myra says in a voice that has my c**k growing under the towel.
Myra turns around and saunters toward me. She places one hand on my clean-shaven face, maintaining eye contact with me, while her other hand slips between my towel and waist. My
