Page 180 of Wrong Pucking Player

Who am I kidding? No way can I share a shower with Armani and not be all over him.

Just the thought is making me bite my bottom lip.

He notices.

“One minute.” He crouches down so I can slide off him, but he spins around to face me, so he can get a hold of my chin and give me a tender kiss. “Start showering.”

There’s no other explanation for it as he leaves me be. I spend a good thirty seconds just standing there, flushed and listening to the pumping beat of my rapid heart before I get to gathering my stuff to throw outside the shower.

Soon enough, I turn the shower on and begin to lather myself with the mini bottles of body wash that are in every shower stall.

Armani is back a minute later.

Completely naked.

“We have time,” he announces and doesn’t hesitate to hug me from behind.

“What did you do?” I have to know, or my mind will never stop wondering what strings he pulled to get us more time in the women’s locker room.

“Called Leo to come and say the locker room is out of order due to a leaky toilet spilling shit.”

“You’re lying.”

“You’ll see the sign and ‘caution wet floor’ sign in front of the door,” he reveals. “But for added measure, he locked the door from the outside.”

“Genuis,” I praise and wiggle in his hold just so I can spin around and face him. “Meaning we can fuck?”

“You’re funny this morning,” he praises instead, which only makes me groan in defeat.

“Armani, if I have to beg to ride your cock, I will!”

He chuckles and cradles my face with his large hands.

“Trust me, Andrews. When I finally get to enjoy every inch of you, I’ll gladly have you on your knees, begging for my cock to be shoved down your throat.”

I’m gawking at the mere imagination.

Or drooling.

“Fifteen minutes,” Armani burst my bubble with a cunning smirk that leaves me tingling. He proceeds to reach behind me to turn the stream of water off, leaving me no choice but to question him with an eyebrow raised.

“Ten minutes to shower and be dressed for this morning’s training session,” he encourages. “And five minutes with that mouth of yours around my cock.”

I suppress a squeal before dropping to my knees, as though I’m ready to confess all my sins.

If being stressed and anxious leads to shower sex and blow jobs, we may just make this into a weekly thing.

DISAPPOINTMENT

~MACKENZIE~

“We’re kind of living together right now.”

“COME WHAT NOW?”

Giving my poor bestie a heart attack so early in the morning. I hate having to put up a front that’s not true to even her, but it feels selfish to bring her into my underlying problems when she’s been dealing with a lot lately.

Especially when I have no clue how dangerous things can get with the FBI’s involvement.

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