Page 78 of Play to Win

“Maybe we should shower before we go to bed.So we don’t smell like the hot tub.”

“Mmkay.You’ll have to hold me up, though.”

“I can do that.”Christ, I can’t wait to get her in the shower, all soapy and naked, my hands all over her.Better take it easy on her, though.

“Also just so you know, this shower isn’t going anywhere.I mean, sex-wise.”

“Uh ...”

“’Cause sex in the shower doesn’t really work.Water does not work as lube.Nope.It just washes away all my girl lube.”

Jesus.“Um, yeah, I’m aware of that.”

“’Kay, good.”

I roll off the lounge chair to turn out the lights of the hot tub and flip the cover over it, then pull Lacey up from the chaise.She lets out a squeal when I bend and pick her up in my arms.“Show off.”

“What am I showing off?”

“How strong you are.”

I pull open a door and stride into my bedroom.

“You lifted me right out of the hot tub,” she adds.“How do you stay in such good shape if you don’t play hockey anymore?”

“I work out.And I still play hockey sometimes.Just for fun.”

“Hmm.”

I set her on her feet on the tile floor of my bathroom and open the shower door.It’s a huge shower, and there’s even a bench.Once I get the water going and it’s hot, I lead Lacey into the shower, close the door, and gently push her down onto the bench.

“This is beautiful.”Her voice is still slurred a bit.

“Yeah, I like this shower.”I grab one of the showerheads, the one that’s also hand held, and direct the warm spray onto Lacey.

“I was really just joking.”She smiles.“I can stand up.”

“Relax.”I replace the showerhead, grab a bottle of body wash, and squeeze out a generous amount.“I’m dying to do this.”

“Mmm.Go ahead.Play with my soapy boobs.”

I choke.“Thanks.”

“Obviously, they feel amazing, I know.Go ahead and feel me up.”She leans her head back and her smile goes sultry.

Christ.She fucking kills me.

I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, taking my time so I can enjoy the feel of her.I glide back up, down her chest, over her tits.Yeah, she’s right—nothing feels better than slick, soapy breasts with hard little nipples.I mold and squeeze them, then continue my path of washing her, all the way down to her feet, then back up to the juncture of her thighs.I ease them apart and gently slide my hand between them, over her soft, swollen pussy.

She makes a sound that’s half moan, half sigh.My fingers slip and probe but I don’t do more than that before I pull her to stand, turn her, and wash her back from the nape of her neck, which I can’t resist kissing, down over the curve of her spine, the swell of her delectable ass cheeks and the backs of her legs.I linger on her thighs and knees when she quivers, filing that response away for another time.

Then I rinse her off and let her sit again while I stand beneath the other showerhead and wash myself while she watches.That’s hot as hell, her eyes following my hands over my chest and abs, down to my junk, soaping up my balls.Pretty sure she thinks it’s hot too, so I turn in a circle to rinse myself off, giving her the full view.

When you’re used to showering with a bunch of guys nearly every day, walking around naked in the locker room, any self-consciousness about your body is long gone.

I crank off the water, smiling at the languorous, lusty look on Lacey’s face.I’m glad she’s relaxed enough to sit there naked and let me watch her too as she observes me.

Thick towels hang on the wall just outside the shower and I pluck one off the hook to gently dry Lacey, then wrap it around her.I tuck the corner between her breasts as she reaches up and pulls her hair tie out.Her thick, wavy hair tumbles down around her shoulders in masses of gold and honey and caramel brown.

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