Page 57 of Strictly the Worst

I glance down at my chest, frowning. “What do you want me to do? Punch myself, leave a bruise?”

She giggles. “No. Come on, take the rest of your clothes off. I’m thinking your dick must be tiny to compensate for the rest of your body.”

I roll my eyes at her but still do as she asks, unbuttoning my pants, pulling them down over my hips, revealing the thick ridge of my hard-on pushing against my boxers.

“Damn,” she mutters. “Not small then.”

I grin at her. “Stop with the compliments. You’re only making it harder.”

“I can see that.” She takes a sip of champagne and puts the glass on the counter beside the bath. “Are you getting in or what?”

Here’s the thing about baths. Unless they’re the size of a small swimming pool they’re not exactly comfortable for somebody of my height. Something always has to give, my knees, my feet, or possibly my whole legs.

So it takes a little while for us to get comfortable in there.

I end up lifting Tessa up, and planting her on my lap, and she laughs the whole time. And I realize, that laughter soothes her. It relaxes her.

And fuck, I love it when she’s relaxed.

“This is nice,” she murmurs, her back against my chest, her hair tickling my face. She wriggles and her ass presses harder against me.

“Baby, if you keep doing that, this bath is gonna get dirty very quickly.”

“You called me baby again.”

Oh shit, I did. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s growing on me.”

I kiss the curve of her neck. “You’re growing on me.”

She lets out a contented sigh.

“Want me to touch you?” I ask her. Because I’m desperate to get my hands on her body. I want to feel every part of her. Make her breath catch. Watch her cheeks flush. I want to see what she’s like when she comes.

I twitch hard against her and she giggles again.

Fuck, I want to be inside of her.

But I can’t. I know that.

She turns to look at me. There’s so much trust in her eyes that it makes me feel a hundred feet tall. “Yes, I’d like that,” she whispers.

I’m fucking throbbing now. I kiss her neck again, then the line of her jaw, before she twists enough that our mouths connect.

Her tongue is soft as it slides against mine. Her body lifts up and down with the soft movement of the water as I move my hands down, cupping the weight of her breasts in my palms.

Her nipples tighten and I pinch them between my thumb and fingers. Putting just enough pressure on them to make her gasp.

“Okay?” I whisper.

“Yes.” Her voice is ragged.

I alternate between hard and soft, plucking then stroking, our mouths fused together until she’s moaning. She’s fucking delicious as she arches against me, her ass pressing against my dick.

“Touch me,” she whispers, her mouth still melded to mine.

I smile against her, enjoying how much she’s enjoying this. “I am.”

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