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“You do the rest.”

“Why?”

She lifted her brows. “Because you can reach it all and don’t need me to do it.”

“Maybe I want you to do it.”

She reached over and turned the temp of the water down, and pointed the nozzle at his foot.

“Hey!”

“Soap up, Officer Hansen. If I do it, it will be with cold water.”

“Torturing your patients?” he asked, taking the soap. “I might write a letter to your nursing instructor.”

“Yeah, you do that.” She lifted the water stream to his calf, causing him to gasp.

He reached for the water control and turned the water up to a comfortable temp. “Okay, okay.”

He ran the soap over his chest and abs. Peyton was studying the ceiling tiles. He grinned. And opened his towel.

Ceiling tiles or not, her peripheral vision was intact.

“Scott!”

“What?”

“Cover up.”

“I gotta wash this stuff too. Unless you want to.”

She didn’t say anything to that.

He rubbed soap on his hands and continued to wash. But, of course, he was naked and Peyton was standing right there, and his body didn’t really care that it was his hand and not hers on the important parts. In fact, his important parts were familiar with his hand and thoughts of Peyton going together. His cock was hard as he washed, the soap and his hand and Peyton all making a combination that was not a bad consolation if she was going to be stubborn.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, almost to herself.

Scott met her eyes. And continued to stroke. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to wet them.

“That is really unfair,” she told him. “I never did that in front of you when you were trying to not sleep withme.”

“You never needed help in the shower.”

“I should have thought of getting shot.”

She was kidding, of course, but for just a second Scott’s chest seized. Jesus, he would die if something like that ever happened to her.

He shook that off. They were messing around. He squeezed his cock and watched her eyes pull away…slowly.

“Get in here, Trouble.” He would have also been a dead man if she’d ever done anything like this in front of him.

“I need to get to work.”

She dropped the showerhead, water spraying everywhere, and stomped out of the room.

“You don’t need to shower?” he called.

“I’ll shower at my place,” she yelled back.

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