Xavier sank deeper into the tub, letting the hot, minted water wash away the grit of training and the ache of his spar. Celene's hands moved with deliberate care, a mix of devotion and hunger, her cloth dragging slow circles over his shoulders, sliding down his chest, teasing dangerously close to his stomach.
A groan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. The heat of the water mingled with the heat of her touch, and his cock stirred, throbbing with restrained need. Celene glanced up through her lashes at the sound, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
But before Xavier could speak, the door to the bathroom creaked open.
His head snapped around, surprise flashing across his face.
And then he froze.
Seraphina stepped inside.
