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He froze and lifted his head. “Sorry.You didn’t want me to do that.”

I’d never said so. He’dtaken the hint from the last time.

Why did he have to be so fuckingperceptive?

A heaviness settled over usthat I didn’t like and which I could not let grow. We neededsomething to push us out of this serious moment and back intoserious fun.

I eyed the removable showerhead againstthe wall, then slid my gaze slyly back to his and caught the cornerof my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Do you want to play agame?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

(Matthew)

I stepped back to give herspace. I’d pushed a boundary I shouldn’t have. I knew fromexperience that she didn’t want to kiss me. Alcohol had made meassume the situation had changed. But while I was drunk andsentimental, she was sober and the same person she’d been the othertimes we’d hooked up.

“What kind of a game?” Iasked as she backed toward the low wooden bench that protruded fromthe wall.

She pulled down the detachable showerhead and pushed the lever to turn it on. The water from theoverhead faucet didn’t stop. The pressure wasn’t evenaffected.

Whoever designed the plumbing wasgetting some kind of retroactive raise for that.

“You know what I’ve alwayswanted to see?” she asked, sitting down with her knees closed andslanted demurely to the side, ankles crossed.

“What’s that?” I knew whatI wanted to see, but she kept her damn legs shut.

“I’ve never had the chanceto watch a guy jerk off.”

An interesting request fromsomeone who’d presumably come over for intercourse, but I bit. “Isthat so?”

She lifted the shower head and directedthe spray over her hair, the water dousing it a dim copper brown.The overhead lights illuminated the water running down her bodyinto glittering vines that twisted their way down her breasts, herstomach, weaving in, out, and over every curve I desperately wantedto touch with my hands.

“Mmmhm,” she affirmed, eyesstill closed. “I mean, it’s out there on the internet. But I’venever actually been with a guy while he was doing it.”

While I wasn’t sure Iwanted to waste a chance to fuck her, my dick argued,what waste?I was stillgoing to get off. “And you want me to... what, perform foryou?”

“Something like that, Iguess.” She redirected the water to her shoulder. “But that seemsone-sided. What if you watched me, too?”

Now it was gettinginteresting. I wasn’t sure I could have jerked off on command,anyway. But watching her with the—

Oh. My drunken brain caught up quick, and I instantly knew whatthat showerhead was going to do. “I think you’ll come faster than Iwill.”

“Probably.” She stroked ahand down the gleaming chrome. “But I’m not going to stop atone.”

“Promise?” I teased.Charlotte was fucking insatiable. I couldn’t wait to get hersomewhere I could tie her down and see how much she couldtake—

That’s not going tohappen, I reminded myself, throwing abucket of cold water over my confused libido. This was for oneweekend. And this wasn’t Ascend Red, where no one on the propertywould think anything of a woman howling in ecstasy for hours. Iwould have to keep that particular fantasy confined to myhead.

“So, you want to me tostand here and—”

“Jerk off, yes. What wasunclear about that?” She blinked at me, moving the stream of wateracross her chest, to the other shoulder, and back again. “Is theproblem lack of inspiration or...”

I glanced down at my cock,impressively hard despite all the booze coursing through mysystem.Where there’s a will...

“It’s not that, I assureyou.” I wrapped my fingers around my erection. “I thought I’d fuckyou tonight and, frankly, I’m not sure I’m up to a doublefeature.”

“You’ll have to fuck me inthe morning, then.” She slowly pivoted her legs so her knees facedtoward me, but she kept them maddeningly tight together. “I won’tmake you do it alone. I promise, I’ll let you watch me.”

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