Chapter 10. Get Out!

Ryder’s POV

The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot.

I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable. My skin felt too tight, and too hot.

What the hell did I just do?

I twisted the shower knob to scalding. Water hit like needles. I stepped under it anyway, letting it burn across my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs. It’s a punishment and I deserved it.

I braced one hand against the tile, head bowed, steam rising thick around me.

I should have stopped her.

I should have left the room. The second she started, I should have walked out of that door and not looked back. I knew exactly what she was doing. I’m forty-three years old and I’ve read people for a living my entire career. I knew.

I had known. I let her press that trembling body against mine in my ove