Page 62 of The Road Trip Romance

“You coming?” he asks as he turns his head to look over his shoulder.

I shrug. “I’m just admiring the view,” I tease as my eyes land back on his ass.

He wiggles his butt and I laugh as I get out of bed. He doesn’t move, his eyes slowly roving over my body.

“What?” I ask as I look down, suddenly self-conscious.

“Just admiringmyview,” he says with a wink. I blush as I meet him at the bathroom door.

He leans in and turns on the shower, checking its temperature with his hand before pulling back the curtain and holding the same hand out to assist me.

I take his hand and climb over the side of the tub. He joins me under the spray as we slowly wash each other. I keep wanting to pinch myself. How is this happening? Millions of women would give their left ovary to be here right now. I feel like I just won the lottery.

“Stop looking at me like that, M,” he laughs.

I blush again. “Like what?” I ask, playing coy.

He leans down so our wet foreheads are touching. “Like I’m some sort of superhero or Greek god.”

I giggle. “I mean…you are sort of.”

He rolls his eyes. “There is nothing special about me. I promise.”

I glance down at his semi-hard penis and bite my lower lip.

He chuckles. “You really know how to stroke a man’s ego.”

I reach out and wrap my hand around his dick and he groans. “What? I thought you wanted me to stroke your ego,” I tease. I feel like this silly discussion of egos has become our thing and I secretly love that.

He presses me against the tiled wall. “If you keep doing that, I’ll be forced to give you shower sex,” he says with a wicked grin.

Now it’s me who rolls my eyes. I look around us. “Have you ever noticed that shower sex in real life is never really…sexy?” I ask, thinking of every shower sex scene that I’ve ever written.

“I beg to differ,” he counters.

I put my hands on my hips. “Seriously? I mean, first of all, this tub”—I look down at our feet—“is too small and it’s slippery in here, and there’s, like, no room, and one of us is going to get waterboarded at some point. It’s just…logistically not sexy unless you have some enormous shower with, like, seats and various showerheads.”

Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted off my feet. I squeal as he lifts me, and I wrap my arms and legs around his body like a monkey.

“Hold on, M,” he whispers as he lifts me a little and I feel his erection at my entrance. He slowly lets my body slide down him and I moan.

“It’s not going to work,” I grit out as he thrusts up while holding me.

“Never doubt me, Sophia,” he grunts as he grips my ass harder, moving me up and down on him. I have no control over this game. It’s all him and he’s determined to prove me wrong.

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We’re sitting in the way back of the car. He’s arranged me so that my head is in his lap and he’s playing with my hair. I pull the seat belt to adjust my lower half.

“I told you it would work,” he teases for the tenth time since we left the hotel. I slap his leg and he laughs.

“What are you two talking about back there?” Penn asks.

“High-level mathematical theorems,” I say.

“Microeconomic theories,” Tate teases.

Penn groans and turns in his seat. “So…this is happening, is it?” he asks as he motions between us.

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