Page 140 of Violet

Then a body. And he’s hard. Erect.

My temperature shoots high. He takes over washing my hair, massaging my scalp as he goes. His touch is so gentle, so caring, so…lovingI think I want to cry. Then he rinses, applies conditioner, and takes the sponge, using the body wash to slowly clean me in almost erotic moves. He takes care of my breasts, spending time on my nipples, then down over my stomach and between my legs.

At some point, the sponge is gone and it’s his fingers gliding over me. He walks me backward in the spray, his mouth capturing mine in a long, slow kiss that unravels me.

Stephan goes down to his knees and starts to lick me, toying with my clit, and I mewl. I can’t help it. The sensations race through me in waves. I tug at him because I need more. It’s almost frightening how the need for him barrels over me. Almost but not quite, because I know what’s going to happen.

Parting my pussy lips, he sucks and licks, darting his tongue into me until I’m a mess. Then he comes up, picking me up so that my back is pressed against the marble, and slams his cock into me. “So delicious, Princess. Each time you taste even better than the last. I should just wear our sex scent on me tonight.”

“Oh, God.”

He thrusts into me, hard, fast. It’s a down and dirty ride, one that has no room for mercy, one that makes me ache and beg for more.

“Harder, please, harder!”

“Anything for my princess,” he growls and bites me, his hips pistoning into me. And when I start to go off, spasming, it sets him off and his cock grows, swells, and I cry out.

“Oh, yes, yes.Yes!”

He knots hard in me and then he moves even faster until I’m screaming, biting him, the pleasure immense and it fills every cell. It’s pure heaven.

He comes and comes as I shake from my orgasm that doesn’t seem to end.

When it’s over, I don’t even think I can speak. He holds me, the two of us joined as the water needles down on us.

He says something, a mutter lost where his mouth’s buried against my skin, but my silly, romantic mind morphs it into words of love.

One day, I think.Maybe one day.

When we step from the sleek limo, screams and shouts erupt. Our names are shouted and flashes blind my eyes. I just let Stephan take my hand and help me out, into the building we’ve pulled up in front of, where two beefy security men usher us inside.

I’m still dazed, still depleted from the sex in the shower. I think I’d let him lead me into a war zone.

“Smile, Princess.”

I look up at him, doing just that, and a flash bursts just inside.

“Official photog. Clea likes to handle things.”

He takes me upstairs in a gold, mirrored elevator, up to the penthouse suite.

I recognize a few faces, and I know half the people are famous. I recognize Felicity Fine from all the Stitch posts Rue has shown me, and she swans up, air kissing Stephan.

“Asher,” she says, as if all the drama she created never happened. “How are you? And O.M.G.!”

She looks at me as I try to control the urge to laugh at how much she sounds like Rue with her O.M.G.

“Asher, she’s beautiful! And she bagged our perpetual bachelor.” She leans closer to me. “If anyone asks, just say?—”

“Violet has no interest in getting involved.”

“And,” I say, putting my hand on Stephan’s arm, “no intentions of talking to anyone. Can I take your photo for my little sister? With me and Steph—Asher? She’ll love it.”

“Sure! Gimme your phone. I’ll take the selfie. I know the best angle for myself,” Felicity says, yanking Stephan into the photo. Then she hands back my phone. “We’ll have lunch!”

The moment she flits off to someone else, Stephan leans in. “Rue loves the blue-and-orange-haired singer over there. If you can get Trixie to take a photo with you, you’ll be her hero forever.”

“You meanyou’renot her favorite superstar?” I tease.

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