Page 98 of Merciless

“Holy shit, Julian.” I gasp.

My legs tremble, barely able to hold me up as he works his magic. My nipples are so hard that they hurt with my new piercings.

“Turn back around,” he demands, leaving little room for argument.

Doing as I’m told, I twist to face him.

My breath catches when my eyes find his. His pupils are so dilated, they’ve practically swallowed the blue.

“JD,” I whisper.

“Head back,” he states, continuing with his job.

Once the suds are gone and the water’s running clear, he reaches for the conditioner and repeats his previous actions, only this time, it’s face-to-face.

Every time he moves, his fingers are hitting the sweet spots of my scalp, his chest brushes my nipples, and his hard cock grazes my hip.

It’s foreplay at its finest. The perfect tease to what could follow. Only, I already know it’s not going to come—no matter how much we both want it to.

Once he’s happy that he’s driven me to the brink of insanity, he rinses my hair and then turns the shower off.

“No,” I complain, nowhere near ready to lose the warmth of the water or his proximity.

“Trust me, I think you’ll like what I have in mind next,” he teases.

I watch him go, my body yearning for him to return and continue what he’s started.

But he never does; instead, he marches naked across the room and grabs a towel.

Making the most of my attention, he scrubs at his hair, giving me a few more seconds to check out his incredible ink-covered body before he turns my way. His dick stands proud, thick, hard, and desperate.

My mouth waters as I imagine what it might be like to drop to my knees and crawl to him. To open my lips and take him into my mouth. I’ve experienced piercings before. Kane most recently. But I’ve never had the pleasure of a Jacob’s ladder, and I’m dying to experience it.

But before my fantasy has a chance of becoming reality, he stretches the towel out and wraps it around his waist. Hiding his best asset.

Such a waste.

“Come here,” he says, holding a giant fluffy towel out. It’s the total opposite of the one I was forced to use the last time I was in here, and I soon find my legs moving without instruction from my brain.

Stepping into him, he wraps it around me, then uses another to squeeze the water from my hair.

He combs it before grabbing a bottle of moisturizer. But instead of flipping the cap and getting started, he just holds it and grabs my hand to tug me out of the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’ll do this back in your room.”

“My room?” I deadpan. “I’m not staying in a hotel.”

“You have a bed and get fed,” he argues.

“Barely,” I mutter, the thought of those cookies that are waiting for me makes my stomach growl loudly.

“Point taken. I’ll try and sneak more out for you.”

“Why are you being so nice?” I ask.

“Because you’re hot. And I like spending time with you,” he confesses, making my stomach flutter with happiness.

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