Damien's pov
I tried everything I could think of to make myself respond to Sally, but even with my best efforts, I barely managed to stay hard for ten minutes.
When it was finally over, I strode into the bathroom without so much as a backward glance at her curled form on the bed.
Under the scalding shower spray, I scrubbed myself vigorously, my gaze drifting to the oversized double jacuzzi tub.
Memories came back to me suddenly. I saw Aria beside me in that same tub, washing me with gentle hands.
And just like that, my c**k stirred again. Not the half-hearted, obliging response I'd managed with Sally, but a real, aching, insistent throb.
Fuck.
I leaned against the cool tile, letting the water pound against my back, and closed my eyes. The image shifted.
I bent her
