Page 88 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Yes,” I murmur, sighing as the warm water encapsulates us. My shoulders are tense, my back and feet sore from the long day behind the bar. I grab her soap, some fruity shit that smells like her and wash myself.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice sounding small.

“Never better,” I murmur, taking her waist in my hands. She’s so soft, her skin slippery from the water. All I want to do is fall into bed with her and not fucking think about anything for the next couple hours. Then I’m reminded that this is just sex and even what I’m doing right now isn’t that.

“Is Priscilla gone?” Bailey asks quietly, her voice sounding small. I lean my forehead against hers, allowing my hands to explore down the curve of her back, the swell of her breasts and over the sharp blades of her shoulders.

“She is.”

“Oh.”

“Whatever you’re thinking, Bailey, you’d better say it now because once I start fucking you, you won’t have time.”

“I just,” she starts, her voice falling away when I run my palms over her ass. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I sigh, leaning into her and pressing her back into the tile shower wall.

“No. I’ve been thinking about this all day, and you’rethinking about another woman.”

I dip down, pressing my lips along her jawline. Her breath hitches, her eyes growing half-lidded and hazy when I nip at the spot below her ear.

“I couldn’t care less,” she breathes, her hand running down my front to rest just above my cock.

I hide my smile from the jealousness in her voice by pressing my face into her neck.

“So, what do you want to do?” I ask, leaving it open. I’ll give her the option. If she tells me to leave the shower right now, then I guess I’ll go, fucking rock-hard dick and all. If she wants me to fuck her, I’ll do so willingly, every time.

“I want . . .” she stops, her gaze following where her hand slips down and takes my cock. I hiss, the feel of her fingers wrapped around me like a lance of fire shooting through my veins. She licks her lips and I groan, wanting to kiss her. Instead, I lean down to suck at the pulse point in her neck.

Bailey places a hand on my chest and lightly pushes me back. Then. She drops to her knees.

“I want this,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes. Suddenly, I know. Those eyes are the windows to her soul. And as long as I live, I’ll never get them out of my mind.

“Say it, Bailey,” I prompt, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. I take her lip under my thumb and tug it from between her teeth. She starts stroking me gently, moving her palm slowly over my cock.

“I want your cock in my mouth.”

My balls tighten painfully and I almost fucking explode when she leans forward and laves the head of my cock with hertongue.

“Fuck,” I groan, tightening my grip in her hair. I feel like a teenager receiving his first blow job in the back of his dad’s car.

The first slide of my cock disappearing into Bailey’s mouth sends a lance of fire up the base of my spine. My hips jerk impatiently in response. I guess I’m a weak man. I don’t possess the strength to hide how much I fucking crave her.

“That’s right, baby,” I urge when she lets me slide down her throat. “Take my cock like a good girl.”

She moans, the sound sending vibrations down to my balls. I groan at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by the slick wet heat of her mouth and my head falls back. Bailey’s eyes glimmer, like she’s smiling, silently taunting me while my dick is buried in her throat.

“Are you laughing at me, princess?” My voice is thick with lust, the veins in my arm bulging with my struggle to regain my self-control.

Bailey’s eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans like my cock is the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“You’re being so . . . timid,” she says, pulling back and continuing to pump my cock with her hand.

“Timid. Is that what you think I’m doing?”

It’s not that she delivered a blow to my ego. It’s the insecurity in her eyes.

“I just want you to like it,” she whispers, her voice sounding small.

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