Page 72 of Desperate Desires

“One second,” he rumbled and ducked out of the water.

He came back a few moments later with a loofah, the brand of shave butter I liked, a razor, trimming scissors, and some other things that he placed on the built-in shelf inside the stall.

“What are you doing?” I asked, biting my lower lip.

“I got you,” was all he said before dropping to his feet.

He used the loofah first, coasting it over my thighs and calves, the rough sponge smoothing away my skin.

Next, Ono rubbed shave butter on my left leg, massaging every ache and chasing all my tension away with his skilled hands.

I watched in rapture as he remained on his knees, intent on what he was doing.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he ensured the butter coated my thick thighs, skimming my pussy with every slide of his hands.

I trembled.

“Be still, Doc,” he said, lifting the razor and meeting my gaze.

Realization struck me like a lightning bolt.

Oh my fuck.

He was going to shave me.

Why was that so fucking hot?

Chapter 20-Ono

I’d never done anything like this.

Never felt a raging compulsion to see to someone else’s needs or desires.

But as I kneeled on the tiled floor of the shower and lifted the razor to Michelle’s legs a feeling of pure possession, of abject rightness, overwhelmed me.

I sucked in a breath, gliding that sharp instrument over her delicate, smooth skin.

Again and again, I repeated the motion.

Not because I wanted her to look a certain way. But because she’d said earlier that she preferred being shaved. And her preferences were my reason.

I rubbed the moisturizing butter over her thighs and calves, paying attention to what I was doing.

It was hard.

Because, well, so was I.

My cock ached at the beauty she presented, standing beneath the rain of water like a dark-skinned goddess.

She was so breathtakingly beautiful that it felt like the entire room shrank around her. As if the shower walls themselves were leaning in, captivated by her presence.

The air seemed thinner, the vibrance of the glass tile, even the light filtering through the windows—all of it faded into the background.

Michelle claimed all my attention, effortlessly drawing my gaze, every ounce of concentration was on her.

She was so damn deserving of it. It felt like gravity itself bent in her favor.

It wasn’t just the way she looked—though her beauty was undeniable—it was the quiet, magnetic pull of her presence, the kind of beauty that made you feel small and wonder struck all at once.

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