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“Huh.”He didn’t look convinced.Crossing the floor, he flipped the light switch to the ensuite and let out a low whistle.“Damn, Tinker wasn’t kidding.This is the king of bathrooms!”

I moved over to him and peered through the doorway.“Nice!Hope the water’s hot.”Striding back into the main room, I started peeling off my clothing.“Nothing like a hot shower to wash away a crappy day.”

Beast raised one brow.

“What?”I paused with one hand on the waist belt of the chaps.“I’m too tired to pretend I’m shy.You’ve seen me naked.”

“That was before you turned out to be the daughter of a client.”

“Not really.”I discarded the chaps and started to shimmy out of my pants.“I’ve always been his daughter.You just didn’t know it.”

“And you are now officially my assignment.”He shook his head.“Not a good idea to mix business with pleasure.”

I smiled sweetly.“Your choice, but I’m going to have a nice, hot shower and I’m not doing it with clothes on.”My pants pooled at my ankles, and I kicked them aside.Dressed in nothing but a bra and panties I strode back to the bathroom and removed them before I stepped into the gigantic shower stall.I fiddled with the knobs for a few minutes until I had a delightful torrent of hot water streaming down on me from the rainfall showerhead.

I closed my eyes and let out a happy sigh.

When Beast didn’t join me, I felt a pang of disappointment.He had to be the sexiest man I’d ever seen.Well over six feet of rock-hard muscles and tattoos.My mouth watered as I remembered how he’d made me come multiple times that night we’d spent together.

Drake had been exciting, but he’d never made me feel the way Beast did.In hindsight, I think I’d been more in love with being in a relationship with such a suave, well-heeled man than with the actual man.

Beast wasn’t as sophisticated or polished as Drake, not even remotely, but he appealed to me on a more basic level.Just the thought of what he could do with those big hands of his had me reaching down to touch myself.

I opened my eyes.Through the streaming water, I could just see him standing by the bed, his eyes hooded as he watched me.

I slid the tip of my tongue out to trace the shape of my lips as I started to play with myself.

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Beast

I told myself I should just ignore her.The little witch knew exactly what she was doing, but I couldn’t turn away.She probably wasn’t much more than five feet four, maybe five feet five if you were being generous, but she had just enough curves and they were all in the right places.My cock was semi-hard just remembering what it felt like to run my hands over those curves.

Giving myself a stern talking to, I deposited the saddlebags on the dresser and pulled out my gun.I sat on the edge of the bed and checked that the safety was engaged before I placed it on the bedside table.I always made sure it was close at hand when I slept.Some people keep a glass of water by the bed.Some people keep their phones handy.I found I slept better knowing I could protect myself in a second if things went south.

I glanced over at the shower.Bad idea.But I couldn’t look away.

The water sluiced over Piper, glistening on her bare mound as she slid a finger between the folds of flesh hiding her entrance.She opened her eyes and stared right at me as she added another finger and slid them in and out.Spreading her feet wide she tilted her head, letting her long dark hair ripple in wet torrents down her back.

I lowered my hand to my crotch and undid the zipper on my jeans.Yeah.She was a client, but she was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen, and I already knew how tight she was, and how responsive to every touch of my hands and my mouth.No one had ever accused me of being a saint.

I stood up, slipping my jeans and jockey shorts down and stepping out of them.My cock sprang free, hard as a rock.She glanced over at me, and I pinned her with my gaze as I took my cock in hand, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip.

That got her attention.

Her mouth opened slightly, letting the pink tip of her tongue slip out as her fingers moved faster, slipping in and out of her pussy.

I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, tossing them carelessly aside.

Piper narrowed her eyes.Withdrawing her fingers, she moved her hands up to cup her breasts, fondling them suggestively.She pinched one nipple and scored her thumbnail across it.Fuck, my mouth watered just thinking about how it would taste if I sucked one into my mouth.

As if she could read my thoughts, Piper lowered her head and snaked her tongue out to lick one tightly pebbled nipple.My cock jerked in response, and I gave it a couple of slow pumps, getting the satisfaction of watching Piper’s eyes widen at the sight.She’d be a bust at poker with that expressive face of hers.

Reaching up, she grabbed a tiny bottle of body wash off the corner shelf and squirted some of the liquid out on her hands.Working the soap into a foamy lather, she kept eye contact as she layered it over her glisteningly wet body.She slid her hands everywhere, over her belly, down her thighs and then back up to outline the shape of her hips.Turning slightly so I could see her shapely behind, she soaped that up too.

Fuck this.I might be too damn old for her, but I wasn’t too old to know when a woman wanted me.

I grabbed my pants and dug out my wallet.Flipping it open, I pulled out a condom and ripped it out of the foil package.Quickly sheathing myself, I strode across the room and paused in the doorway to give my cock another slow stroke.Piper’s gaze followed my hands, and I saw her throat move as she gulped in a deep breath.

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