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The large rainfall showerhead soaks both of us in gloriously hot water. She lathers shampoo in her hands before running her fingers through my hair and giving me the best ever scalp massage. I lean toward her with a groan and rest my hands on her hips, my cock joining the party and pressing against her thigh.

“I would, but you’ll barely look at me,” I complain.

“If I look at what you’re packing, buddy, I’ll be begging you to fuck me against the wall.”

Jesus.

“So, I do actuallyreallylike it when you talk dirty,” I straight-up growl, my fingers digging into her hips and pulling her closer. “And to answer your question, I exclusively think about you naked every other minute of every single day. In between arrests, your stripper tits occupy my mind.”

She laughs and glides to her tiptoes so she can kiss me. “Now you can confirm if your fantasies were on point.”

“Nah,” I mutter, kissing along her jawline and then moving down to devour her neck. “You’re so much fucking better than even my wildest dreams.”

Rebecca does her best to stick with her sexy shower plan while I do everything I can to thwart her attempts and get the real party started.

She gently soaps up my chest while I knead her ass, riveted by the water cascading over her full breasts.

When she gives my arms a soapy massage, I press her to the wall and grind my cock against her thigh, her stuttered moans making me even harder.

The view of her on her knees rubbing my legs, ass, and basically everywhere except where I want her attention has me more than ready to go. One of my hands fists in her hair and the other grips the back of her neck.

I guide her to her feet and take her earlobe between my teeth. “You missed a spot.”

She rests her lips against mine, not kissing me but sharing air, as water drips down our bodies. It’s so hot and steamy that she’s barely visible, but I’m still shaking like it’s freezing.

It’s the Rebecca effect.

She keeps her gaze on mine when her soapy hand finally strokes my dick. “Better?”

“Much,” I manage, as the ache in my cock slowly builds. “What day is it?”

She gives me a funny look, but luckily keeps stroking me when she answers. “Saturday.”

“So, yesterday was my last ever single Friday night.”

“What?”

“You’re my fucking girlfriend,” I tell her, “And we’re going to my bed. Right now.”

Chapter 20

Rebecca

Wyattgivesoursoakingwet bodies a cursory wipe with gigantic, fluffy bath towels before picking me up and carrying me to his bed, my heartbeat racing in my throat as heat buzzes through my veins.

He shouldn’t be lifting me up after being shot, but nothing is stopping him from taking exactly what he wants tonight.

And what he wants is – me.

“If you even look in the direction of your phone, I’m throwing it out the fucking window,” I warn.

He chuckles, the sound like smooth whisky. “It didn’t even occur to me, babe. And you swear a lot when you’re horny.”

“Guess you better fuck me then,” I purr.

“Don’t tempt me, woman.”

I’m not sure what he’s talking about since that’s kind of the point of being in bed together. I mean, we’re not about to take a nap.

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