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With him still inside me, this was the absolute worst time to ask, but I couldn’t stop the words from leaving my lips.

“Why? Is it something about me—” I gasped, cutting myself off when Jameson snapped his hips and ground against my sensitive clit.

“No, sweetheart, it’s his own messed-up thinking that he needs to work out. You’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t gothatfar.”

“Then you have the incorrect definition of perfect. Because from where I stand, what I see and know about you, all of you, inside and out, that word sums you up.”

I searched his face. “What does Slade have to work out?”

Jameson blew out a slow breath and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “That’s not for me to explain. But he’ll come around. No one can resist your pull forever.” He shot me a wicked smirk and winked.

Breaths deep and slow, muscles lax and the throbbing need from earlier sated, I relaxed back until my head lolled against the tile. Lip between my teeth, I hitched my chin toward the showerhead. “I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine.”

A full smile spread across his handsome face, taking away all worried thoughts of Slade. Damn, Jameson was too attractive in a naughty-boy-next-door type of way. “How about I wash every square inch of your amazing body, eat your delicious cunt until you beg me to stop, then fuck you until your knees give out?”

I swallowed, inhaling a shaky breath.

Verynaughty boy next door.

“I like your plan better.”

“Good. Because I’m starving, and having you once tonight isn’t enough. Now that I know what it feels like to be inside you—” He bit his lower lip and shook his head until water sprayed all around us. “—I never want to be anywhere else. Now, I’m going to put you down, and then I want you to sit on the stone bench, legs spread. Understand?” I nodded, unable to form words as a fresh wave of need pumped through my veins. “I want to look at your pretty pink pussy while I wash you clean before getting you all dirty again.”

My skin easily slipped over his as he lowered me until my feet pressed to the smooth gray stone. Between the hard workout earlier and clenching around Jameson like my life depended on it, my thigh muscles trembled, threatening to give out as I wobbled toward the built-in bench and lowered myself onto the smooth stone top. Eager to please him by not having to be told twice, I spread both knees as wide as I could and leaned back against the wall, never dropping his sizzling stare.

Fisting a loofah, he squirted citrus-and-cedar-scented liquid soap on top. With a cocky grin on his oh-so-kissable lips, Jameson lowered to his knees, a hand stroking up my inner thigh. I felt like a queen with him kneeling in front of me, hair dark with water, plastered to the sides of his face with rivers cascading along his tan skin. I sucked in a shallow breath, a shiver racing down my spine.

“Now, while I get you clean,” he said, rubbing the soapy loofah up my calf, “you put those fingers to work and keep yourself soaked and ready for me.”

Lids squeezed shut, I blew out a breath, zero hesitation as my fingers trailed down my sternum toward my pulsing center.

Tonight was for forgetting, getting lost in pleasure.

No random thoughts, no worries about my ruined home.

Tomorrow I’d deal with reality.

22

SLADE

Ibarely made it to my bedroom after that live porn show before my pants were undone and my fist was wrapped around my throbbing cock. Twice I’d jerked off in the shower to the memory of her face pinched with pleasure and the sounds of her sweet moans in my ears. I hadn’t recovered, hard and able for another round after coming so hard I saw stars.

Yet here I was the next morning in the shower again, my soapy hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick, squeezing and jerking, desperate to find relief for the erection that woke me up leaking from my dirty-as-fuck dreams of Rain. Forearm pressed to the tile wall, I used it to support my weight as my thigh muscles quivered.

“Fuck, Rain,” I muttered under my breath. I pictured her on all fours, ass in the air, as I slammed into her over and over, my hips bruising that firm ass that teased me last night in those damn short shorts.

Without my consent, Jameson’s face popped into my brief fantasy. This time he was watching like I had last night, not touching himself or Rain because I’d ordered him not to.

That sent me over the edge. My hand pumped harder, shooting ropes of cum onto the shower wall. Breaths coming in shallow pants, I pressed my forehead to the cool tile and dropped my spent cock. Lips parted, I inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as the evidence of my fantasy swirled down the drain.

The churning disgust that usually overwhelmed me after jacking off to the image of Rain never happened. Last night, she’d caught me watching as Jameson fucked her against the shower wall. There was no disgust or horror in her soft hazel eyes, only heat and desire. She liked me watching, and based on the timing of when her face pinched in pleasure, she got off on the idea of it—or hell, maybe even the idea of me joining.

Maybe Jameson’s words last night at the bar weren’t the ramblings of a crazy asshole after all.

Somewhat sated, I rushed through my normal routine and then stepped out of the shower, grabbing a warm towel off the heated bar. As I rubbed it over my hair, a sharp inhale snapped my focus toward the sound, barely catching a flash of dark brown hair. Rivulets trailed down my legs and upper body, but I ignored the water dripping all over the bathroom tile as I marched toward the door, wrapping the towel around my waist as I walked.

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