Page 78 of In the Dust

I walk into the large bathroom and set my toiletries inside the shower. I’d like to take a bath to relax my stiff muscles, but I know damn well I’ll fall asleep. I’ll save the jacuzzi and strawberries for later.

I step into the glass shower and stand off to the side as I turn the water on. First things first, I need to shave these bad boys. I lather my legs and begin to shave with precision. Last thing I need is a cut.

I tilt my head back under the cascading hot water. Just as I reach for my shampoo, the fogged-up glass door opens, and Colton steps inside wearing only a devilish grin.

“You were taking too long.”

I squeeze a dollop of strawberry shampoo onto my palm. “It’s been like, three minutes.”

“Exactly.” He steps closer to me, taking my place under the stream of water. He grabs my body wash, squirting the lavender scented gel into his hand.

I join him back under the flow to rinse out my hair. He slowly turns me around, peppering kisses along my shoulder. He brings his hands to my front and begins to lather the gel onto my stomach creating an ache deep within.

His lips move to my neck, gently nipping at the sensitive area. He slides his hands up, cupping my breast. The rough texture of his palms reminds me just how much he uses those hands, and suddenly I want them over every inch of my body.

I throw my arms behind his head to give him full access as the warm water flows over us. He teases my nipple with his finger while his teeth gently sink into the delicate skin of my neck. I let out a heated moan, relishing in the feeling of him.

When I feel him harden against my back, I dip my hips into him, grinding against him. He runs his hand down my side, causing me to shudder under his feverish touch.

His fingers make it to my inner thigh, but he doesn’t soothe the ache between my legs. Instead, he turns me to face him.

My eyes roam over his marble chest, and I bite my lips as the steam envelops our bodies. I moan as he picks me up, wrapping my legs around him. His strength is such a turn on for me, the way he can hold me like this effortlessly.

I can feel his cock under me, pulsating as it waits impatiently. I slip my hands behind his neck as he lifts my body up so he can slide me back down on top of him. A moan escapes me as he enters me, filling me completely.

“Colton,” I breathe, closing my eyes as water trickles down my face. He bounces me up and down his body, my breasts sliding against his hard, smooth chest.

He steps forward, pinning me against the wall. The cold tile chills my back, and I dip the back of my head against it while he pounds into me, his movements growing faster and more erratic.

But I don’t forget the romantic petals, nor the gorgeous city view. “Take me to the bed,” I say breathlessly.

He swiftly exits the shower with his hands squeezing my ass, and the strong, dominating touch makes me squirm. He rips a towel from the counter, all while keeping his lips on mine.

But we don’t use the towel or pay much attention to it as he throws me on the bed, on top of the rose pedals. “We’re going to get the bed soaked,” I murmur.

A deep, low grumble emanates in his chest. “That would happen regardless,” he informs me as his hands grip my inner thighs, spreading them apart.

I gasp when his scruff trails down my leg, until his lips are planting kisses on my slit. My hands travel through his damp hair, pulling him in closer as his tongue flicks my bundle of nerves.

Once I’ve hit my peak of euphoria, he slides up my body, aligning his throbbing cock and thrusting deep inside of me.

“You feel so good, Dix,” he moans into my ear, nibbling one of my sweet spots.

I writhe beneath him as he slides in and out of me. He swallows my cries as his tongue darts into my mouth.

I look to my left for a moment, and Colton follows my line of sight. A sheer reflection of us plays in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and beyond that is an entire bustling city laid out before us. We watch each other like this, his eyes roaming up and down as he thrusts into me, claiming me, until we come undone together.

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Colton’s armsare around me as we lay on top of the bed made of roses, side by side, after having probably the best sex of my life. “Show me your city.”

“It’s not my city,” I say flatly. It never was; it was just a distraction.

He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Show me your favorite spot at least. Surely you had one of those.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Okay, fine. There’s a few places I guess I could show you.” I pause for a moment. “First, there’s this little coffee shop a few blocks south of here.”

“The coffee shop?”

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