Page 76 of Training the Heart

“You have a great massage setting. I used it to make myself come one night while I stayed here … two nights … three—”

“You only stayed here seven.”

I huff out a breath. “Okay, four nights.”

Wade’s jaw goes slack as he looks at the shower head, like a battle is being waged in his mind, then he detaches it swiftly, turns it to massage mode and offers it to me, his expression dead serious.

“Show me.”

My mouth falls open. I blush, and his knuckles trail over my nipple.

“Just where was I when you made yourself come, Ivy?” he asks, his voice doing that lower-octave thing that instantly makes my lady bits come alive.

“In the next room.”

Wade moves closer to me and physically places the shower head in my hand as he dips down, his lips meeting my ear. I moan as his stubbled jaw grazes me.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Trouble, I ruined one of your scrunchies with my cum once. I wanted you just as badly as you wanted me, right from the start.”

I blink at his admission. Only confidence radiates from him, as if coming into my scrunchie is the most normal thing on earth.

“Now, show me,” he says, with no room for argument.

I do as he says, using the water to trail over my body while Wade instinctively grips his hard cock with one hand and fists my hair with the other, tipping my face up to him so he can whisper in my ear.

“And tell me exactly what you were thinking about while you got yourself off in my house like the dirty little slut you are for me?”

I moan as the water hits my aching clit, closing my eyes, partly so I don’t have to look at him and partly because it feels so fucking good already.

“You,” I admit.

“Say more,” he commands as I begin to circle the shower head, little jolts of lust scorching up my center.

“I … imagined you pressing me against the wall,” I say as I feel large hands grip my shoulders and spin me around.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

Wade’s hand runs down the center of my spine. This is so dirty, so deliciously fucked-up, that I’m telling my boss how I got off to him in his own shower and he’s moving to act it out with me, but then again there is not a chance in hell that I’m stopping.

CHAPTER FORTY

Wade

“Then what?” I ask Ivy as I take in every muscle in her back before me, the inked vines that dance down her spine and descend down her hips, the two tiny dimples in her lower back that her wet hair is grazing. I slide my cock between her ass cheeks as she keeps the sprayer on her pussy.

She whimpers.

The thought of her in the next room making herself come with me in her mind is fucking electrifying.

“Then you asked me if I wanted you to fill my tight little pussy with every inch of your cock, and I held the water … here,” she says as she holds the jets over her clit. It startles her and she lets out the fucking cutest little whimper.

My dirty fucking girl.

“Mmhmm …” I mutter as I use my thumb on the little rosebud in the center of her ass as she works the shower head over her pussy. The need I have to fill every hole this woman has every minute of every day is downright shocking to me.

“Do you?” I ask.

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