Page 144 of Repairing the Wreckage

Molly’s already behind the shower curtain. I drop my shorts, take two steps, and push it back a few inches.

Beautiful. Molly’s facing the water, but she turns and her wide eyes meet mine.

“Can I join you?” I lift my eyebrows a few times, hoping to pull some laughter from her.

But tension lines her face as she nods and angles her arms in front of her body, like she’s trying to hide herself from me.

Can’t have that.

I step in and reach up to adjust the showerhead so it reaches me. Then I wrap my arms around her semi-wet body and draw her closer.

“Griff.” She presses her palm against my chest.

“Just kiss me.”

She tilts her head back. I lean down and lazily drag my lips over hers.

“Mmm,” she sighs with pleasure, her body relaxing against mine.

“That’s it.” I move my hands to her hips while we keep slowly sliding our mouths together. She opens and I gently stroke my tongue against hers.

Another sigh eases out of her. I move her closer to the spray and rub my hands over her back, down to her ass.

She tilts her hips away from me.

“Get over here.” I firmly plant both hands on her ass and pull her flush against me, trapping my hard cock between us. She reaches for me with both hands, curling them around me and squeezing.

Fuuuck. I hiss in a breath.

“Can I?” She braces one hand on the shower wall, like she’s trying to lower herself to the floor.

I grab her arm to stop her. “Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“You know my rule.”

She tilts her head and stares at me while her maddening little fingers keep rubbing up and down my length.

“Molly comes first.”

She frowns. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“So, you don’t actually know?”

She opens her mouth and I press my finger to her lips. “Do not utter the words gross or disgusting.”

Her mouth closes.

“That’s what I thought. Turn around for me.”

She gives me one last, long twisty stroke, then turns to face the water. I grab the shower gel, pour some into my hands and lather it up, then rub her shoulders.

“Relax.” I slide my soapy hands down her arms, up her sides, over her breasts and down her stomach, then reverse the same path. The water beats down hard, chasing the suds away.

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