Page 127 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Gio: Austin. Meet me at my place in 40 minutes.

Austin: This feels so wrong. I never skipped school a dayin my life.

Gio: Okay nerd.

Gio: Tell me you don’t want the wettest, hottest orgasm of your life. From behind.

Austin: From behind you say?

Gio: I have that lovely tile bench in there…and 8 jets…

Austin: 8???????

Gio: Have I not mentioned that?

Austin: NO. YOU FAILED TO MENTION YOUR SPA SHOWER.

Gio: My bad. I thought it was implied when I said I wanted to take you in the shower.

Austin: This is information I could have used earlier to make an informed decision.

Gio: So what’s the consensus?

Austin: If I’m skipping work, this better be worth it.

Gio: ABSOLUTELY FUCK YES THIS WILL BE WORTH IT.

Austin: You’re ruining my resolve.

Gio: I’ll worship at your feet while the water gets your body slippery—before I make you scream

Austin: I’m packing up my shit.

Gio: Hurry

Austin: I’m not speeding for you. I can probably be there in 25.

Gio: 24 minutes and 59 seconds too long.

Austin: Don’t make me regret this.

Gio: Get ready for the best shower of your life.

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The second the door shuts behind us, it’s game on.

Austin’s hands are already tugging at my hoodie, her fingers slipping beneath the hem to find bare skin. I yank it over my head and toss it somewhere—I don’t care where. She’s laughing, breathless, as I cup her face and kiss her, backing her toward the hall.

“Impatient much?” she teases against my lips, but her hands betray her, already working at the button of my jeans.

“You started this,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before dragging my mouth down to her neck. She lets out a soft moan, her nails scraping lightly down my chest as my jeans hit the floor.

“That is a lie—you did when you started sexting me.”

My fingers are on the zipper of her conservative pencil skirt, and she’s kicking off her heels, the clatter against the hardwood mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing.

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