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I want the taste of her in my mouth, the silk of her around my fingers, the heat of her on my cock. No, no, not that one. This is about her. “You’re gorgeous, Petra.”

She laughs as though she doesn’t believe it. “Are you going to stare all day or touch me?”

I gently stroke her cheek. Part of me worries she’s an illusion. If I press too hard it will shatter. “Don’t deprive me. I love looking at you.”

When she opens her Bambi eyes, they’re luminous. “Please touch me. I want you to.”

I lose all my words. Every. Single. One. I nod, leaning forward. Her shoulder is smooth and supple, her breast full and heavy, and the curve of her hip is perfect. I trail my hand back up in wonder.

“That’s not what I meant,” she says, hand rocking between her thighs. “Make me come.”

“You’re on the edge, Pet?” She nods. I stroke across her chest to cup her breast, swiping a thumb over her taut nipple.

“Please, Reed.” Her hips swish in the water. It’s too much to bear—her desperate words, her pleading eyes. With a groan, I dip down to kiss down her neck and chest. I pull her nipple into my mouth and flick my tongue across it until Petra moans. “Please, sir.”

I grin against her skin. “I want to take my time.”

“There’s got to be a trade. Your hand for mine?” I shake my head and her eyes widen in disbelief. “Blow job, then? No one says no to that.”

I’m tempted to take the offer, but I’ll be damned if her first experience after being mistreated relies on tit-for-tat. “Ido.I wantmy hands on you for more than two minutes. Nothing you offer could be better.”

“You could do it in two minutes?”

I laugh and nip at her breast. “Is that a challenge?”

Her hand moves faster over her clit. Stubborn woman, she’s not going to wait for me. But then she bites her lip, eyes blazing. “I’ll let you give me a second one,” she says in a rush. “I’m almost there. Let me come now and take it slow for the next.”

This woman is an absolute genius. For her, I’m a billboard: easily read and easily bought. “Done. Arms around my neck, baby.” I slide my arm under her, pressing her against me, my face in her neck. Her mouthwatering scent coats my tongue in something sweet. I push her hand away, flicking my fingers over her clit with practiced speed.

“Oh God.” she moans in my ear, toes curling against the porcelain. “Yes—please, Reed.”

Who am I to deny her when she begs so prettily? I clutch her back to pull her closer. “I get another?”

“Yes,” she pants in my ear. Her fingers knead my shoulders. I have only seconds to make this bargain.

“On the bed. Slowly.”

“Fine!”

I smile against her neck. “My hands all over you.”

“Don’t play with me! You said two minutes,” she complains between moans. “I’m right there. Don’t stop! And don’t slow down.”

I slow down immediately, trying to gain as much ground as I can. This is the condition I’m desperate for. “My mouth all over you.”

“Shutupand make me come, Reed!” She growls, angry and desperate.

I laugh into her skin, nipping her throat. “Don’t let go.”

I slide two fingers inside her on the next stroke and she arches into me, pressing her breasts to my chest and soaking my shirt. Iuse the heel of my hand to tease her clit with each upward, curling thrust, and her fingers dig into my back.

“Do you come when you’re told?” She moans, shuddering, and I take that as a yes. I growl a demand in her ear as I stroke my fingers inside of her. “Your orgasm is mine, baby. Focus on that. I need to feel you. Give it to me, Pet. Come.Now.”

Petra tenses up, squeezing me tightly, and falls apart in my arms. She’s quiet, but I relish the way she trembles, her barely there gasp, and each twitch of her hands in my shirt. She traps my hand in a death grip between her thighs, and her hips roll, sending waves throughout the tub.

When she finally calms, she relaxes in my arms. “Good, Pet?” She nods against my shoulder. “You’re amazing. I can’t wait for next time, when we do it my way. Hold tight to me.”

I position my hand under her knees and pray for grace as I stand with her in my arms, and water streams to the floor. Petra opens the door for us, gasping when cool air rushes in. I stumble as her pretty nipples tighten further into dense, dark peaks.

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