It was absolute torture.
It was the only way that Dron could describe what he was feeling as he clenched all of his muscles down against the chair that he was sitting in.
All he had to do was wait for Tempest to be finished with her morning routine, and they would be off. Out of the house and putting on a show for everyone.
The only problem was that he had to get through this morning routine. One where he could smell her desire and arousal wafting through the air like a beckoning call.
The longer she stood in the shower, the more intense the delicate aroma.
He did his very best not to focus on what she was doing in there, but after he first heard her gasp and moan, he couldn't pay attention to anything else.
She was touching her body. There was no other explanation.
