As Obi leaned against the wall inside the bathing chamber, he couldn't help a bit of seething jealousy. It seemed as if Emma, who claimed they were intimate companions, who'd come seeking him, wanting him - Me! - had no issue jumping from his arms to another's.
And not just any other.
JD.
Ugh. Get a sanitizing unit.
It really made him question her taste.
He also questioned his own mind, given, even having caught her in the midst of an embrace, he couldn't help but admire the curves peeking at him. Creamy skin with a hint of pink, her full breasts spilled from a halter she wore, and he meant full. Enough to spill out of his palms practically.
"What are you doing here?" She scrambled from the tub, dripping and moist, giving him such a thirst.