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I start shaking my head. Maybe it’s because I have access to him. Because my imagination satiated me back then. Now that I have him,God, I wanthim.
“I don’t have the answers,” I say seriously. “I just listen to mybody.”
“And what does it say?” His voice is a graveledwhisper.
I rake a hand through my hair. “Need. Want…You.”
Farrow nods slowly, as though repeating those words over and over. His thumb skims his bottom lip, and he glances over to the bathroom door. “So there’s a showerhere—”
“That has thin walls,” I cut himoff.
“We’ll bequiet.”
“And when we walk out of the bathroom together, people will just think we were in there knitting sweaters,” I say, sarcasmthick.
He steps away from the counter. “They’ll think we were fucking, wolf scout.” A smile plays at his lips. “And you have to be okay withthat.”
Privacy in my sex life is like a rope I’m hanging onto while suspended over a bridge. But today is different. Today, I’m far willing to loosen my grip on that damnrope.
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FARROW KEENE
Maximoff ramsmy back to the tiled wall, a breath and grunt ejecting from my throat. Hot water pelts our flesh, shower glass fogged.Good fuckingGod.
Our locked gazes dig deeper, andI hold his face, gaining control as our mouths crash together with force andfire.
He kisses like he’s been depraved of my tongue and body. I reciprocate like my greatest want is to satiate this gorgeous-as-fuck guy. And itis.
I’m extremely attracted to turning him on and watching him get off. Fuck, I’m going to make him comehard.
I catch his lip between my teeth, and his hips thrust forward for closer contact. My mouth curves, seeing clearly that he wants to plow me. He fists my wet hair, and a husky noise rumbles inside of my lungs.Fuck.
The small confines of the shower fall to the wayside with our heat. Our touch. Both of us lean but muscular and cut, both nearly the same height, both at equal strength—we play for an advantage and hisneedsfuelmine.
Still clutching his jaw, my other hand trails down his wet chest to his abs and then I grip him and stroke his rock-hardlength.
He buries his mouth against my neck and tries to stifle a low, pleasured growl that rouses mycock.
“Fuck, Maximoff,” I breathe, water still raining down onus.
He fists my wet hair, and he watches my fingers that wrap around him and pump. Driving him to acliff.
Maximoff grinds aggressively into me, and then he starts rubbing mewith a mind-numbing speed—fuckinghell.
I go to rotate us—so his back will slam against the tiles—but he pins meharder.
Breath knocks out of me, my lips almost lifting.So it’s like that then.He wants me here, and I reach a place where I can’t fliphim.
We jerk each other off faster, hands up and down. In a melodic, heady pace. Our foreheads nearly touch. His forest-green eyes devour me whole, and beads of water roll sensually down his sharpenedjaw.
Steamrises.
I grit down as the pressure builds. My head tries to loll back, but it touches shower tile. He takes both of our erections in one hand and pumps us in a closed fist. Back and forth. Our pre-cum coating hispalm.
Pressure and friction fuses in an explosive combination. Hardened like brick, my pulse hammers in mycock.
I grip his face tighter, and he breathes lowly, “I want to fuck yourmouth.”
