Page 30 of Blindside Sinner

“Good thing I have my own shower I can use.”

“Sure, but you’re here now.”

“Not for long.” She pulls her hand back and takes a step back.

She doesn’t get far.

I plant a hand on either side of her body and pin her to the wall. She doesn’t even pretend to fight me on it. “What’s wrong, Reeves?” I rasp in her face. “Scared to stay and watch the show?”

“I don’t want to watch any show you’re in.”

“I don’t believe you. In fact, I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve thought of me in the shower.” I lean close, whispering in her ear. “I bet if I reached into your panties right now, you’d be drenched—and not just from the water.”

I watch the knot in her throat ride up and down as she swallows hard. “Wrong, as always.”

“Shall we check?”

I lay my hand against her belly, fingers just barely dipping into the band of her wet jeans. My hand is big enough against her body that I bet I could cup her whole pussy in my hand.

As if she hears what I’m thinking, Sloan swats my hand away.

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Only if you promise to stay.”

Sloan doesn’t like that, but as her eyes dip to my chest and the water sliding down it, I can practically see her waver. “Fine.”

I take a single step back, just enough to give her some breathing room, but not enough that she can leave. I want her pinned and pining. Right now, she looks torn between desperately excited and desperate to leave.

“Don’t look so scared, Sloan,” I taunt. “I promise I’ll make this the best show you’ve ever seen.”

She snorts. “I doubt that.”

“You should really watch what you say, baby.”

“And why is that?”

“Because someday, I’m going to make you swallow more than your words.” I twist a lock of her hair around my finger and give it a small tug before letting go.

Sloan seems to have gone silent. Good. I think she’ll enjoy what I’ve got planned better if she’s not talking it to death.

I lather the washcloth in body wash, scrubbing my torso as thoroughly as I can while highlighting every inch of hard-won muscle. I’ve put hours into making my body a weapon and now, I’m wielding it against Sloan in my favorite way.

By the time I get to my stomach, she’s panting.

It’s good to see just how needy I can make her without even touching. Then we pass the waistline, and it’s time for the main event.

I drop the washcloth to the floor and wrap my soap-slick fingers around my dick. I force myself to pump slowly, keeping my eyes on Sloan the entire time. Her pupils are blown and her cheeks flushed.

Needy is a good look on her, but it’s her fingers that steal my attention. They twitch like she wants to reach out and touch me, like she’s dying to take my cock in her hand instead. But the second she starts to reach forward, her whole hand clenches at her side like she’s talked herself out of it.

Twitch, clench.Twitch, clench.Twitch, clench.

Over and over again, it happens. The whole time, I just keep stroking myself.

Her eyes are flitting all over my body, but they always come back to my hand wrapped around my dick.

I look over the soaked material of her clothes, the way it clings to every curve of her body. Now that I can see those curves firsthand, I can practically feel them under my fingers, under my tongue. The thought of getting my hands on Sloan makes my hips jerk forward and she bites her lip.

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