Page 47 of Enzo DeLuca

She opened her mouth and then shut it. She opened her mouth again, only to close it once more.

“I don’t have all day,” he told her.

“You want me to wash your back and your back only, right?”

“For now.”

“I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“Who said I wanted to see you naked?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Follow me,” he ordered.

She was mumbling something under her breath as she climbed out of bed. He didn’t have to hear her to know she was cursing him. With a smile still on his face, he entered the master bathroom of his guest house. His little witness was taking her damn time in following him.

“Hurry up,” he called out as he opened the see-through shower door and turned the shower dial.

“I’m coming,” she called back.

“You’ve already done that,” he yelled as he stuck his hand under the spray of water, testing the temperature.

“I did not!” she yelled, sounding closer.

“I felt you cum against my cock, remember?” With the temperature to his liking, he began undressing.

“A gentleman wouldn’t bring that up.”

He tossed his shirt onto the floor, then pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.

“I’m not feeling very gentlemanly at the moment,” he yelled. “Hurry your ass up.”

“I’m comin...” she stopped. “I’m almost there.”

His smile widened. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was grinning like a fool. Schooling his face into a neutral expression, he pulled his socks off and then stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. The heated water caressing his skin felt great. But it paled in comparison to how it felt having Eve pressed up against him.

He stared down at his erection, not the least bit ashamed of it. He looked to the door when he heard her enter the room. Her gaze landed on him. Her lips parted then she snapped them shut. She looked angry again.

“I thought you were going to take a bath?” she yelled. “How am I supposed to wash your back when you’re in the shower?”

“For one so observant, you can be a bit dense sometimes.”

“Lies. I’m never dense. I told you I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“I never asked you to.”

“Then how am I going to wash...”

“Figure it out,” he told her. “Hand me a towel.” He nodded to the shelves across the room.

Instead of doing as she was told, she asked him, “Why would you get into the shower without grabbing a towel first?”

“That’s what I’ve got you for.”

“I’m your hostage. Not your maid.”

“After that stunt you pulled in my kitchen, you’re now my hostage, my maid, my cook, and my....” He paused and smiled. “I’ll tell you that last part later.”

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