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I grin, my cheeks going red. “Maybe. Yes. Shut up.”

“Bold move, nerd, assuming that your overall hotness and how much I love you would make me overlook you dropping such a geeky pickup line,” he says. “A bold move, but a correct one.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Our lips meet again. I feel the heat of his body against me. It sets a fire inside me, a burning conflagration of lust. I want more, and I want it now.

"Let's take a shower together," I suggest, my voice filled with a sultry promise. The idea of us cleansing each other, surrounded by steam and heat, is too enticing to resist.

"Sounds perfect," Marcus agrees, his green eyes glinting with anticipation.

We step into the spacious hotel bathroom, and I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just right—hot enough to steam, but not unbearable. The steam rises, filling the room and fogging the mirrors. Marcus pulls back the shower curtain, gesturing for me to enter first.

"Such a gentleman," I tease, stepping into the shower's warm embrace.

"Only when it counts," he replies, following behind me, the muscles in his body rippling with every movement. “But really, I just wanted an excuse to check out your ass.”

I roll my eyes at him.

The water cascades over our bodies, slickening our skin, as we press close together. I reach for the soap, lathering it between my hands before sliding them over Marcus' broad chest, delighting in the contrast between the smoothness of the suds and the firmness of the slabs of muscle. Then my hands go lower, foamy fingers grasp his cock and give him a very vigorous cleaning that draws a deep moan from his chest. With a final squeeze that makes him shudder, I release his cock and smile at him.

"Your turn," I breathe, handing him the soap.

He grins, accepting the challenge, and soon his strong hands glide over my curves, washing away the remnants of the day, leaving only the raw desire that has been building between us. The way he touches me, teasingly slow and deliberate, sends shivers down my spine.

"Marcus," I moan softly, feeling his erection growing against my thigh.

"Patience, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "I want to enjoy every inch of you." He touches and teases me in ways that drive me wild, and he lathers me like he’s got a bubble fetish.

“You know, you can wash parts of me other than my tits,” I say.

“Eventually. Maybe. Let me do my thing.”

“Is your thing just giving me foamy tits?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just really enjoy touching you.”

"Then let me do the same," I say, dropping to my knees under the spray of water, looking up at him through my wet lashes.

"Please," he rasps, as I wrap my fingers around his cock, feeling its hardness and heat in my grip.

I trace the tip with my tongue, tasting him, before taking him into my mouth.

The sounds he makes—deep, guttural groans—fuel my desire to pleasure him even more. I focus on the rhythm, slow and sensual, completely giving myself over to this moment.

"Fuck, Lia," Marcus gasps as my lips glide along his length, teasing him closer to the edge. His hand cradles the back of my head, urging me on, but never forcing. It's a dance we're performing together, each movement driving us further into the depths of our passion.

"Lia, you're incredible," he breathes, his voice thick with lust. “Keep going, I’m so fucking close.”

His hardness grows in my mouth. Thickens. I tighten my grip just enough on his hard shaft. I stroke it harder, faster, and in moments, he gives me what I want. Moaning, shaking, his hand gripping the wall for support, he cums in my mouth and I swallow every drop with hungry abandon.

"And we're just getting started," I reply, releasing him from my lips with a wicked smile, water dripping from my chin. “Don’t think I’m anywhere near being done with you, Marcus.”

Our eyes lock, and in that moment, it's as if the world outside has ceased to exist. All that remains is the steamy heat between us and the promise of a night neither of us will ever forget.

"Now it’s your turn," Marcus murmurs, his eyes glinting with desire as he gently lifts me onto the edge of the bathtub. I feel the cool porcelain against my heated skin, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

He kneels between my legs, his firm hands on my thighs.

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