Page 65 of Restrictions

I stand in the doorway, completely naked, watching her wash her hair before I pull the bathroom door shut, and lock it. I finally find the courage to make the stride across the tile of her bathroom and reach for the handle of the shower.

She turns around when I pull the shower door open, not coveringher breasts or any part of her, lifting one eyebrow in challenge. I love this fucking side of Viv.

“Want company?”

She looks behind me to the video monitor sitting on the bathroom counter which shows Baz is still fast asleep. Then her eyes meet mine. “Absolutely.”

I walk inside the massive glass shower, closing the door behind me, my dick already hard and ready for her, but I don’t touch her. Instead I move under the showerhead, letting the water pour over me, drenching my hair.

I feel her small body behind mine, her hands on my shoulders and her breasts pressed against my back, her lips dragging over my bicep. “I like this tattoo.”

It’s a colorful compass and not what I want to be thinking or talking about right now. I turn around to face her, brushing the water out of my face. “Thanks.”

She leans forward, kissing the tattoo over my left pec. “I like this one too.”

I grip her hips, spinning her around so her back is against the wall and raising her arms above her head, holding her wrists with one hand against the tile shower wall. “I didn’t come in here to talk.”

Her chins juts up, the fierce fighter shining through. “Then fuck me.”

I use my free hand to grasp her chin, my lips dragging over her jaw as her increased breathing presses her tits against my chest, the water cascading down over us both. My lips capture hers and don’t let go until I’m thrusting inside of her, causing her head to tilt back. My hand still holds onto her wrists while the other holding her chin slides down over her throat as I move inside of her.

“Fuck, Viv.”

“Yes,” she moans, her hands trying to pull out of my hold. But I don’t let them loose, glad the tile below my feet is rough which allows me to keep my footing while my cock takes long strokes inside her with her pussy gripping me tightly.

My hand slides from her throat to her ass, grabbing a handful and enjoying every thrust of my cock. She wraps one of her legs around my ass, which gives her some control and creates a whole new angle,and her lips drag over my jaw, and then her teeth sink into my shoulder.

“I’m close, Asher.” Her breathy moan turns my cock into steel, edging me closer and closer to release.

I release her wrists so she can brace herself on my shoulders and lean my hand against the shower wall, thrusting into her. My mouth attacks hers as our tongues sweep against each other’s, lost in nipping and biting lips and devouring the other’s mouth. We come together with water raining down and washing away all the evidence of our tryst.

When we come down and I pull out of her, she grabs a purple loofa and pours some sort of pink body wash on it, lathering it up and washing her chest and down her stomach before dragging it over my chest and down my abs. A lustful gaze remains on her pretty face as she washes my stomach. “Not a bad way to start the day.” Her eyes flick to the monitor, and he must still be asleep because she turns back to me, handing me the loofa.

I search her eyes, waiting for the freakout. “You’re really okay with this, aren’t you?”

She rolls her eyes, moving her body directly under the stream of water and rinsing off. “Yes, Asher. This is exactly what I want.”

We finish our shower, and I sneak past Baz’s room in a towel and head to my room to get dressed. Then we go about our day, having breakfast and lunch with Baz before Sawyer comes over to go swimming in the indoor pool.

When Viv and Baz are splashing in the pool together, Sawyer and I take a breather and move to the hot tub, sitting on opposite sides. I’m facing the pool and can’t keep my eyes off Viv, thinking of all the things I want to do to her when Baz goes to sleep.

“What’s up?”

My eye’s snap to Sawyer’s suspicious gaze, and I wonder how long I’ve been staring at Viv. I shrug my shoulders, trying my best to seem nonchalant, but Sawyer’s known me for a long time. “Not much.”

He looks over his shoulder and then back at me, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. “Right. What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” I try to meet his eyes, but he knows I’m lying which really pisses me off.

“You fucked her.”

“Jesus Christ.” I look away from him and see Viv helping Baz float on his stomach, her tits distracting me. That fucking bikini.

“You did.”

I meet his eyes. “Let it go.”

He shakes his head, dragging a hand over his chin and laughing. “I mean, I thought you would at least hold out until Christmas. You know, unwrap a little present for yourself Christmas Eve, tipsy on eggnog.”

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