Beatrix watched as Rhys confidently stripped off his jumpsuit, his body revealed to her hungry eyes. His sculpted physique and taut muscles left her breathless, confirming the effect he had on her. Her gaze trailed over his every move, captivated by the raw sensuality that emanated from him.
Rhys stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his body, accentuating every curve and plane. His eyes never left Beatrix's, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and adoration. Slowly, he reached for the soap, his hands gliding over his body in a seductive dance.
Beatrix felt a rush of heat pooling between her thighs as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't tear her eyes away, mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself, knowing that it was all for her. The anticipation built within her, her own desire growing with each passing second.
