Alex walked toward her slowly, his eyes fixed on Amara as she lay on the table with her hand moving between her thighs. Her fingers worked in steady circles over her clit, and small sounds were already escaping her lips.
"Mmh... ahh~"
She was watching him approach, her eyes dark with arousal, her chest rising and falling with increasingly heavy breaths. The tactical jacket was still on but unzipped, her shirt underneath unbuttoned halfway down.
When Alex reached the table, he stood there looking down at her. At the way her body moved in response to her own touch. At the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.
"Stop," he said.
Amara's hand froze immediately. Her fingers stayed where they were, resting against her clit but no longer moving.
"Take your hand away."
She pulled her hand back slowly, bringing it up to rest on her stomach. Her fingers were wet, glistening with her arousal.
