Chapter 90. My First Time Was With You

Hermes POV

My glasses are gone, left on the sink.

My black shirt clings to me, sleeves rolled to my elbows. My grey trousers are still on, tight, and unforgiving, doing nothing to hide the brutal outline of my cock. It throbs against the fabric.

The water runs, hot, filling the tub. My fists flex against my thighs.

My breath hitch as she steps in, bare naked, almost, just a strip of lace hugging her hips, her skin glowing against the steam.

I breathe sharp through my nose, jaw ticking. She has no idea what she’s playing with—or maybe she does, and that’s the fucking problem.

Her hips sways like she knows I’m tracking every goddamn curve. My cock throbs harder, straining against the trousers. She crouches by the tub, breaking the surface with her fingers, steam curling around her wrist.

“Get in,” she says, voice soft, teasing, full of nerve. “Just like that.”

A scoff slips out of me before I can stop it. The corner of my mouth li