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He presses his hands into my back, working out the knots. A tortured groan escapes my lips. I’m going to hell because I want nothing more than for his hands to go lower until he reaches the promised land. It barely registers that he’s stopped massing me and is now soaping up my back with a loofah. It feels so nice that I don’t stop him.
His voice is near as he says, “I think your back is clean. Want me to get your front?”
My body tingles with awareness. His cock is now fully hard, and is luring me in, making me think he just might be the true siren.
Glancing over my shoulder, I nod. “Yeah. I do.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
The air sizzles around us as the mood changes. We both know what I’m agreeing to, and neither of us is willing to say that this is a mistake.
It’s just one night, the tiny voice in the back of my head reminds me.
A moan works its way up my throat as he rubs the loofah across my skin. When he brushes my nipple, I shudder. His hands are so much bigger than mine and I love the way they feel on my skin. Pressing my head against his chest, I move his hand lower.
The loofah glides with ease down the flat plane of my stomach. He washes me, getting lower and lower. Dropping the loofah, his soapy fingers run through my pubic hair and tease my clit with the lightest touch ever.
“Tool,” I groan.
Hot breath hits the shell of my ear. “Zack. My name is Zack.”
I shudder. “Zack, I need more.”
He adds pressure to his touch as pleasure builds deep inside of me. I rock against his hand, not caring that water sloshes up the side of the tub. His lips press against my neck as he slides a finger inside of me. I moan.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he says as he sucks on the sensitive skin.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I pant. “So. Much.”
Goosebumps dance across my skin as he adds another finger.
“Are you wet because of me, baby? Or did some other fucker make you feel this way?”
“You. Just you.”
“Good.”
“I got so hard watching you tonight,” he says as he nibbles a path up and down my neck.
I don’t know what it is about this spot that makes me feral, but I’m losing control. And fast. Pleasure zings through my body like a live wire that only Zack can control.
“When you bent over on the pole, I wanted to kill every fucker who laid eyes on you.”
I gasp as the pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into my skin sends me spiraling closer to the edge.
“Were you going to get off when you got home tonight?”
“Yes. Oh, god, I’m so close.”
“And who would you have imagined? That asshole from the club?”
I’m so close, and I can’t seem to find my voice. His hand stops moving, and I let out a frustrated sigh.
“You. I would have imagined you, Zack.”
He exhales against my skin. “Fuck. I love hearing you say my name.”
He resumes stroking me and the fire he started earlier rages again, threatening to consume me. My body jerks when he flicks my nipple and clit at the same time.
