Page 58 of Strictly the Worst

She lets out a little frustrated sigh, so I kiss her again, then slide my hand along her stomach, the other still teasing her nipple. I trace the seam of her thighs, moving up until she’s breathing raggedly against my mouth.

“Please…”

When I touch her, I can feel the slickness between her legs and it’s so damn enticing. Gently pushing the pad of my finger against her, I find her clit, giving it the lightest of touches, before I start to circle it over her, again and again.

She shivers against me, despite the heat of the water surrounding us. I kiss her again. “You’re such a good girl.”

She shivers and I like it. My girl enjoys praise.

And the way she’s moving to the touch of my finger, she fucking deserves it.

“Linc,” she whispers. “More. Please.”

Her wish is my fucking command. I slide two fingers against her then push them inside. She arches her back as I move my other hand down to the bundle of nerves that has her gasping. I’m kissing her, fucking her with my fingers, teasing her with my thumb, and then she stiffens against me, a long drawn out cry vibrating against my lips as I hold her tightly, slowing my movement to draw out her pleasure.

Christ, this woman is hot. What kind of man wouldn’t want this all the time? Wouldn’t want to please her. To feel her come apart in his arms. I’m as hard as steel here.

When she finally catches her breath, she twists in the bath until she’s straddling me. We kiss again, her breath warm against my lips, her body pliant as I steady her hips as she faces me.

She rocks and I feel the tip of myself against her. It feels so good it’s almost painful.

“Carmichael…” I warn, because we’re so slippery and I’m a breath away from being inside of her.

“I was wondering when you were going to call me that.” She leans forward to kiss me again. Her eyes are shining.

“It’s that or baby,” I mutter, my brain firmly between my thighs. She squirms again and fuck.

I’m inside her. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Don’t make me think about it,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need you, Salinger.”

The way she says my name does something to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and groan. “Condom,” I whisper.

“Oh shit,” she says. “I forgot about that.”

When I open my eyes our gazes connect. There’s so much heat in hers, I want to combust.

“I have one in my wallet.” I try to stretch but I can’t reach my pants. And I don’t want to let go of her.

Maybe I’m afraid she’ll change her mind if I let go. But also, maybe she needs that.

The right to change her mind, I mean. So I let her go and she grabs at me, and I laugh, because she clearly isn’t changing anything.

“I can’t reach,” I tell her. “Give me one second.”

I climb out and grab a towel, stepping on it as I reach for my pants. The little foil packet is in there.

“Can you use condoms in water?” she asks.

“Of course you can.” I look at her quizzically. But she’s not looking at me. She’s staring right at my hard dick.

“Haven’t you ever done it in the bath?” I ask.

“No. Have you?” She sounds almost tremulous.

I let out a long breath because now is not the time for that conversation. “Not with you. And for future information, it’s fine to use a condom in the bath.”

“Noted.” She grins at me.

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