Page 74 of Wedlocked

Madison laughed. “It’s a wonder we didn’t slide right off this table.”

“As long as we’re together.”

“You have rose petals stuck all over you.” She tsked, plucking one off my neck to hold it up.

I grimaced. “Pretty sure I have onedown below.”

Her laugh floated overhead, and she pushed up to shimmy herself between my thighs. She was glossy and flushed,amusement sparkling in her features. Her hands skimmed over my Adonis belt and into the creases where my legs met my body. I shifted as her fingers caressed my sack, and my spent dick twitched like he might rally for round two.

Her finger dipped a little lower, slipping along my taint, and then she giggled, pulling out a petal, which was indeed taking up residence in my ass crack.

The things I did for this girl.

“Found it.”

“I feel violated.”

“How would you feel about a quick rinse-off?” she asked, pointing across the room. I followed her lead to where a small walk-in shower was built into the room. I hadn’t even noticed it before, far too distracted by the eye candy currently between my thighs.

“You gonna wash me?” I asked.

She nodded and climbed off the table, her legs wobbling a bit when she stood. I took it as a compliment.

There was a rainfall showerhead above and another that could be detached from the wall. We turned both on, setting the water to warm, and stepped inside. The marble space was small, clearly not made for two people, so we had to stand really close, bodies touching.

I grabbed the nearby soap, pumping some into my hands and sudsing them up before laying them on Maddie to soap her down.

Her little purr made my dick twitch again, and I washed her thoroughly as she stood there with her eyes closed and chin tipped up. Rising from the crouch I was in at her feet, my hands dragged up her body, tracing her curves, gliding over her breasts and farther up until my hands were loose around her throat, my thumb caressing the front. Her lashes fluttered, spearing me with that drowsy, satisfied look. I towered over her—somethingshe seemed a lot less bothered by than when we’d first met—and I crowded against her farther, pushing her back up against the marble.

She gasped at the cold stone, but I swallowed it down when I covered her lips in an ardent kiss. I groaned and swept my tongue into her sweet mouth, twirling my tongue around hers, my hands gliding up to hold her face.

Suds from her body smeared on mine, and the light scent of soap rose around us as gentle rain from the showerhead above fell behind my shoulders. Maddie’s hands wrapped around my biceps and squeezed, her short frame rising to tiptoes so I could kiss even deeper.

I picked her up, and her thighs locked around my waist as she sucked my lower lip into her mouth. My dick was rallying when she pulled back and pointed to the soap.

I moved in to kiss her again, but she turned her cheek, so I kissed it instead.

“My massage was only booked for an hour.” She reminded me, trying to ruin my good time.

I grumbled.

“I’ll wash you.”

“Fine.” I agreed and shifted over to the soap so she could fill her hands.

Her dark brow arched. “Aren’t you going to put me down?”

“Nope.”

She shrugged and soaped me up. Well, everything from my waist up. It was heaven. This private space where we were completely alone. Her legs wrapped around me, hands all over me.

“I’m a greedy bro,” I said drunkenly. “I just want you all to myself.”

“You can have me,” she whispered against my ear. Patting my shoulder, she said, “Put me down so I can wash lower.”

A man doesn’t deny attention below the belt, so I stood her on her feet. I was enjoying one hell of a rubdown when there was a loud knock on the door and a woman called, “Ten minutes!”

The door shut behind her, and Madison rose, grabbed the faucet, and began rinsing me.

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