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Flirting was harmless. She decided to repeat that in her mind several times, but that seemed to be slowly losing its weight as his fingers danced on her back, the thin towel the only thing to blunt the skilled movement of his fingers.

The location was equally dubious. Her shower wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t enough to comfortably host two people. The way their hips pressed together made it only worse. She pulled her hips back, but he just followed.

She thought about warning him … but she couldn’t find a good way of doing so. Not after what she had done just seconds ago.

“Wow, you’re really good at massaging,” Penny commented.

“I learned that in India, they have some amazing experts there. Let me show you,” he commented, his tone throatier than she had been prepared for, and it worked well on her body. The sudden tingling caught her surprise, enough that she wasn’t able to react when he dropped the towel and pressed his fingers against her spine.

She opened her mouth, ready to admonish him for taking liberties, but that failed when her own body decided to rebel. A groan of pleasure escaped her mouth rather than an order to stop.

As much as she wanted to blame him when his fingers immediately slipped under her shirt and caressed her naked lower back, she couldn’t, not with the mixed messages she had been sending his way. And, his massaging was indeed amazing.

She decided to keep silent for a moment. It was just a massage. Innocent.

Certainly.

Leonard certainly deserved it, right?

She tried to believe that, but it proved to be difficult when his fingers moved upward, rolling her shirt with it. She wanted to say something, but before she could say anything, he pulled back. “Already?” she whispered, unable to help herself.

“No. I’m just getting cold with my shirt drenched,” he said as he removed his shirt, leaving only his jeans. She couldn’t help but be captivated as she looked back. His torso was even more sculpted than his arms, and there were several scars on his torso, enough to tell her that the stories he had been telling might have been more dangerous than he had implied.

She bit her lips, trying to ignore her reaction, wishing that she had used the opportunity to stop. Instead, he closed in, his crotch once again pressing against her ass, this time the angle enough to show he was packing.

She was not a size queen, but she did appreciate a nice one.

She said nothing as his fingers started to dance over her back, dealing with her back pain— constant trouble with someone with her breasts — almost magically. She looked to the side, catching their reflection.

It was even more suggestive than she had thought, particularly her expression. Ashamed of herself, she closed her eyes. Unfortunately, her mouth stayed shut as well as she accepted the message, even when one of his hands moved around and started caressing her stomach, his hips grinding against her ass.

Penny could feel her breathing quicken along with the movement of his hips. Worse, her body was matching his movements, like they were merely dancing in a club and not in her shower, drenched to an erotic degree. Minutes passed, and the only noise she made was grunts of pleasure.

“Now, keep your hands there, or we’ll get drenched,” he warned.

She nodded absentmindedly, not wondering why he needed to warn her after several minutes of massaging her silently. But, it didn’t take long for her to receive an answer. His hands suddenly moved in opposite directions. One landed on her breasts, while the other stopped at the waistband of her satin shorts.

“W-what are you doing,” she gasped as his hands tightened around her nipple, and for a moment, it was all she was able to say.

“Helping you relax, of course,” he said. “A proper massage deserves a happy ending.”

“You can’t touch my pussy,” she gasped when he tried to slip into her waistband.

“As you wish. I respect your boundaries,” he whispered. That relaxed her … until his hand joined the other one, and started playing with her breasts. She didn't know what to say for a moment, as technically, she gave him permission.

And, while she could change her mind, the problem was that, she didn’t want to. His touch felt amazing.

“It’s not cheating, right?”

“Of course, it’s just a massage,” he said even as his fingers mauled her breasts, his movement rougher than she expected. Yet, it felt amazing.

“Yes, just a massage,” she found herself whispering back in a tone that was completely inappropriate when a man other than her boyfriend was playing with her breasts. Yet, she kept her hands on the towel and let him have free access to her body.

It was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good. She bit her lips to keep back a moan, closing her eyes once more. Another mistake, as it meant when he pulled his hips back, she didn’t realize he had been removing his jeans. He only realized that when he pressed back, and she felt her hardness directly.

His boxers and her satin shorts insulated his warmth far worse than his jeans, especially since they were both drenched. “How did you remove it with both your hands on my tits,” she found herself asking.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he whispered back.

“True,” Penny said. She couldn’t help but compare his magic trick with Leonard’s favorite cosplay, which ended up in Harry’s victory decisively.

There was nothing wrong with a little flirting, she repeated again and again, doing her best to ignore the obvious, that there was nothing little in the way they flirted.

It was wrong. But, somehow, that wrongness made her stomach flutter even more. She had never realized how big of an aphrodisiac guilt could be. “Now, part your legs open,” he ordered.

She followed it, not asking any questions. A mistake, as she had found a warm presence between her legs. His shaft, finally out of his boxers, lodged between her thighs. “No touching,” she gasped, panicking.

“Don’t worry, I’m not touching there,” he answered. “But you said nothing about the thighs.”

“R-right,” she responded, gasping as her arousal started to get wild. She wasn’t used to reacting when it came to … flirting. She was always the party that controlled, whether it was taking the lead or drawing the boundaries. And, now that it changed, she was having trouble picking where to stop.

Which was how she ended up giving him a thigh job while he mauled her tits mercilessly, playing with her in a way she wasn’t used to.

“Keep your legs tighter,” he ordered. She whimpered even as she did what she was told to.

“Excellent,” he whispered, clearly pleased. Not that she could blame him. She was amazing. “It’s a good look on you, Penny. Is this famous midwestern hospitality of Americans. I have to admit, I’m a fan.”

“S-shut up,” she responded, blushing badly. She couldn’t manage to gather any anger, and even if she could have, she doubted that it would have worked with the way she was bent over in her shower, leaning against a broken tab. At this point, it was one of the two things that was keeping her upright as her legs trembled.

The other being his merciless hands, treating her tits like toys. But, she couldn’t help but let it continue. Her body yearned for the pleasure of his touch, especially since it reminded her it had been a while since she had a proper orgasm.

Leonard was hardly a god in bed, and masturbation didn’t work well for her. Admittedly, neither most of her boyfriends, which was why it had been an easy sacrifice. She enjoyed sex, but a proper orgasm was a rare experience for her. Hanging in clubs, and trying to find a decent partner for the night got boring fast when only one in ten barely managed to surpass mediocre.

Yet, he wasn’t even fucking her, and she was going crazy. Hell, he didn’t even touch her pussy, just played with her tits and rubbed against her ass, which hadn’t been enough to arouse her for a long time, yet she was about to explode.

She bit her lips, deciding to accept anything but full penetration as long as he gave her a proper orgasm. Yet, those plans had died a quick death when a shout reached her ear. “Penny,” Leonard called.

Suddenly, panic hit her as she pulled back, ignoring the blast of water that hit her even as she dashed out. She managed to arrive just in time, locking her bedroom door even as the doorknob moved. “Penny,” Leonard called.

“No, Leonard. You can’t come in. I’m not at home. I’m going to be at the lab all night. But, maybe you can go and enjoy a spa. I have a coupon somewhere,” she spat out loudly. Luckily, while Leonard was smart, his social skills weren’t his strong suit. He didn’t realize it was anger that was fueling her tone, but panic.

“Sorry, Penny. Let me explain,” he said.

“Explain,” she shouted back, once again in panic, because Harry chose that moment to hug her from behind, still naked.

She turned to him, her eyes wide. “Don’t worry, I fixed the tap,” he whispered into her ear even as he pulled her tight against her.

“That’s not the question,” she whispered back, unable to listen to Leonard’s explanation. Luckily, he had a tendency to ramble. “You can’t do that while he’s at the other side of the door.”

“Unfortunately, that’s the only opportunity we have. I have to leave in an hour if I am to catch my plane, so this is our only opportunity.”

Penny was able to read his gaze. He didn’t just fuck her, but he wanted to fuck her while her boyfriend was on the other side of the door. It was a betrayal at every level, the kind that was unacceptable.

Or, at least, should be unacceptable. Instead of slapping him, she just pushed her panties down, her boyfriend still on the other side of the door.