~Pearl
Oh, f**k.
This was wrong. So, so wrong.
I needed to stop. I shouldn’t be touching myself right now, especially not with Paulo bound to burst through that door at any moment.
Yet here I was fingering myself like a dirty little slut.
My heart raced, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. What if he caught me?
What would he think of me? I knew I should stop, but the more I thought about him walking in and seeing me like this, the more aroused I became.
The door swung open suddenly, and I jumped, startled by his swift reappearance.
I ripped my hand out of my shorts and hid it behind my back, but not before I saw my own arousal coating my fingers glisten in the overhead light.
I blushed hard and lifted my gaze reluctantly. Had he seen me? Did he know I was touching mys
