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Hooking both hands beneath my armpits, he hauled me up and slammed his lips to mine in a hard, passionate kiss. My eyes widened in surprise. Flickers of the past filtered through, of Josh shoving me away after I gave in to the guilt and gave him the blow job he wanted, demanding I brush my teeth, too grossed out at the thought of us kissing.

Somehow, Jameson knew my thoughts had drifted. With a frustrated groan, he swiped his tongue inside my mouth, almost like he wanted to lick the taste of himself off me.

“I’m not him,” he insisted. “And I swear as long as I live, I will never, ever allow someone to make you feel less again. You hear me, Rain? You letting me slip between those pouty lips is a fucking gift that I will cherish and enjoy every fucking time you get on your knees for me.”

I blinked to keep the hot tears that burned behind my eyes from falling. Jameson’s gentle fingers swept down my arm until they entangled with my own. Stepping into the shower, he pulled me in after him, allowing the water to hit his back, testing the temperature. Steam billowed around us, the heat adding to the rising fire racing beneath my skin.

With the spray pelting him, Jameson crowded me, urging me back until my spine flattened against the cold white subway tile. A rough stroke and pinch on my peaked nipple had my back arching, pressing me harder into his dominant touch in a silent demand for more. A husky chuckle filled the steamy shower as his lips sealed around one nipple. Palm encasing my other small breast, he squeezed until the soft flesh molded beneath his fingers, pain and pleasure tangling together.

A hiss whistled through my teeth as he pinched the sensitive bud between two fingers and tugged, the sharp sting quickly morphing into a wave of bliss that sent a pulse straight to my swollen clit.

“Jameson,” I pleaded. “I need you. Make tonight go away. Just for a little while, make me forget.”

Instead of responding with words, he slid his hand down my flat stomach, fingers skimming over my mound and then slipping inside my slick core. His muttered curse had a smile pulling at my lips.

“You’re so wet for me, Raindrop.” Putting distance between us, he watched his fingers plunge in and out while also grinding the heel of his hand against my bundle of nerves. “Did me fucking your mouth get this pussy all nice and ready for me? My cock filling your throat makes you needy to feel me fucking your cunt harder.”

My head fell back, tapping against the tile wall. “Yes. Please,” I begged, past the point of caring how I sounded.

A pitiful whimper escaped me when he pulled back just enough to grab the condom wrapper off the floor of the shower where he’d tossed it earlier. Using his teeth, he ripped the packet open and tossed the trash aside before rolling the condom down his twitching cock.

An excited, lust-filled glint shone in his light eyes when he looked up through wet lashes.

“No more waiting, Raindrop. Wrap those long, beautiful legs around me.” He nipped at my lower lip and then sucked the spot, soothing the sting. “And I’ll give you everything you’re begging for and more.”

Not needing to be told twice, I slid both arms along his wet skin and wrapped them around his neck while hooking one knee around his hip, followed by the other. Chin on his shoulder, I blinked through the water droplets coating my lashes and froze. On the other side of the steam-covered glass stood the same shape as earlier, though this time closer.

Much closer.

I parted my lips, the words on the tip of my tongue to tell Jameson we had an audience, but they evaporated at the feel of him nudging my entrance and slowly pushing deeper. All thoughts and focus went to him filling me inch by inch until his hips ground against my own. The stretch of my body accommodating his thick cock was a thousand times better than his fingers. With a shallow thrust, Jameson rocked against me, his pelvis hitting my swollen nub. Wet skin molded beneath my teeth as I latched on to his shoulder to keep from screaming his name.

With a grunt, he drew back, the tip almost slipping out, before snapping his hips and slamming back inside. This time there was no muffling the raspy curse that slipped free.

The shape on the other side of the glass door shifted, drawing my glazed gaze back to Slade. My fingers trembled as I stretched a single hand toward the glass, smearing a thick line through the steam that blocked my view of him.

His vivid green eyes locked on mine immediately.

A bolt of desire zipped down my spine, making me tighten around Jameson as I held Slade’s intense stare. Jameson thrust in and out, each time at a different angle, bolts of pleasure erupting from my core.

Fuck, I’d never felt anything like it.

Not with Josh, not with anyone before him.

Higher and higher, he wound me tighter with each snap of his hips and dirty words whispered in my ear. But it was when he said his next words, catching me off guard, that I tipped over that edge to bliss.

“You like him watching, don’t you, dirty girl? Show Slade how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”

That shoved me into oblivion, plunging me into pure ecstasy. I sank my heels into his firm ass, desperate to feel him a little deeper as I squeezed tight around his cock. Voice cracking on a curse, Jameson’s movements faltered before his full weight pressed me harder into the tile wall. When reality settled back into my awareness, his forehead was pressed beside my head, the only sounds our heavy breaths and the water splashing around us.

My tender nipples brushed against his chest with every deep inhale. I peeled both lids open, the small smile that had formed disappearing at finding the other side of the shower vacant.

Gone.

I tightened my hold on Jameson until there wasn’t a sliver of space between us.

“He’s gone.” I tried to not let the disappointment come through in my voice.

“For now,” Jameson whispered, sliding his fingers through my damp hair. “He’ll be back, Raindrop. He just has to figure his own shit out first.”

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