"Is that a compliment?"
"You're fucking amazing." He slides his hands around my neck. "That better?"
"It's a start."
He nudges me towards the showerhead. The water flows over my head and chest. He turns me, bringing my back against his chest. Tom rubs a bar of soap between his hands. Then his soapy hands are on me.
"That's fucking naughty, distracting me like that." He sucks on my earlobe.
"Told you I wasn't nice."
"You really are dirty." He kneads my breasts. "Better get you clean."
I laugh. "I'm not sure I trusts your intentions, Mr. Steele."
"You shouldn't." He presses his lips to my neck. "You like it, huh?"
"Like what?"
"The piercing."
I rub the bar between my hands and take my time soaping his chest and back. When I'm thoroughly satisfied, I tilt my neck to whisper in his ears. "I love it."