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“This isn’t going to take long,” I warn her.

She arches her back, as if encouraging me.

Careful not to slip in the tub, I grab her hips and pull her closer. “Molly, you’re absolutely gorgeous like this.”

She hums a needy little sound.

Spikes of heat prickle down my spine as I slowly drive myself inside her. So hot, tight, and wet. Fucking bliss. I grip her hips tighter, piston myself in and out of her, quickly increasing the pace. Our wet bodies slap together under the warm spray. An overload of sensations.

She moans and pushes back against me, asking for more.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “You like this?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, clenching tight around me. She dips lower, resting her hands on the edge of the tub, angling her ass up even higher.

“Fuck yes.” I drive in even deeper.

“Oh my God!” she whimpers. “Right there.”

Pressure tightens at the base of my spine, but I keep grinding into her until she lets out a sharp cry. Her body unleashes a violent orgasm, convulsing and squeezing my dick so hard, I follow two seconds later.

My vision blurs but I hold on tight, working us both through the storm. Sweat pops up on my forehead but quickly washes away.

When we’re finished, I pull her up and closer, bending at the knees so I can nuzzle against her neck.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “That was so…intense?” Her nose wrinkles. “Was it okay?”

“Baby.” I stroke her cheek, her neck and down to her chest. “Okay doesn’t even begin to describe how good you feel wrapped around me. No matter what.”

She glances up into my eyes and slides her hands up over my wet chest. “I can’t believe I was worried.”

I can’t tease her with an I told you so. I kiss the tip of her nose. “Thank you for trusting me.” I spin her to face the shower again. “Now let me clean you up. And let’s pray your brother isn’t back from his run yet.”

“Oh my God!” She laughs and covers her face with her hands as I push her back under the spray. “I guess we’re done, then.”

I slide my hands over every inch of her body. “Impossible. I’m never, ever done with you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Griff

Later that afternoon, I’m in the laundry room helping Molly pack her stuff to go back to campus. She keeps touching, bumping, or rubbing herself against me every chance she gets and I love every second.

The next time she does it, I capture her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “I loved fucking you in the shower this morning,” I whisper in her ear. “You were so sexy making all those sweet little noises. You gonna let me do that again?”

“Anytime.”

“Next month.” I raise my eyebrows so she knows exactly what I’m asking.

Pink spreads over her cheeks. “Yes.”

“Did it feel good?”

Her eyes roll back and she shakes her shoulders like she’s possessed. “So, so good. That was insane.” She bops her finger on the tip of my nose. “It was so good, I don’t even care that you’re being smug about it right now.”

Rumbling with laughter, I release her and return to laundry duty.

My hand grazes her little sleep top with the straps that tie together. “Can I keep this?”

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