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She gave a deep throaty giggle that made me even harder. “You smell like a dirty rocker.”

“You know you can’t resist me,” I quipped, lifting her up and whirling her in the air.

“Put me down, buddy,” she laughed. “You’re making me dizzy.”

I placed her back on the floor. “Everyone’s getting wasted.” I stared across the ballroom of our swanky five-star hotel, packed with guests. Axel and Phoenix were the only ones not drinking, besides Hayley and me.

Don’t go there. Don’t think about the smooth vanilla and caramel taste of Bourbon slipping down the back of your throat. Don’t think about how it would numb the agony in your soul.

Hayley placed her hand on my arm. “You’re doing great, Pierce.”

I looked her in the eye. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need alcohol when I’m with you?” I clenched my jaw and took her hand. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here. We’ve done our duty. Given interviews. Posed for pictures. We haven’t been alone together all day.”

Our suite’s flashy gold color scheme and excess bling were a tad over the top, but the view across Perth’s Swan River was stunning. We left the party and headed up there.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggested as we unlocked the door.

Hayley lingered while she removed her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. I stepped into the massive cubicle and turned on the tap. Warm water rained down on me with a hiss, pounding my tired muscles.

“Honey?” I loved it when she called me that. “Can I come in?”

“Is the Pope a Catholic? Of course you can…”

She swung the shower door open and came inside.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand on her nape and crushed my mouth to hers.

She flicked her tongue and I captured it with mine.

My cock swelled between us, but she didn’t bat an eyelid. She gave me access to her neck, and I kissed and sucked and bit, snaking my hands down to squeeze her peachy ass. “God, you’re beautiful,” I rasped, my throat thick with lust.

She stepped away from me. “Stand still while I wash you.”

I did as she requested, watching her spread bodywash onto a sponge and soap me all over, paying particular attention to my bum.

The water beat down, billowing steam and misting the white marble tiles.

Tentatively, her pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she cupped my balls and massaged them carefully. She closed her eyes and tugged at my dick with the other hand until it swelled.

“Fuck, yeah, do it like that, baby.”

She opened her eyes and I saw her steely determination, saw her fighting to overcome her apprehension. “Good girl,” I said, pushing into her fingers.

She carried on milking me, alternating between tugging, squeezing, and spreading precum down my shaft. How I wanted to spin her around, bend her over with her hands pressed flat to the wall, and slam into her tight little pussy from behind. Just the thought of it was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came like a fucking train, shooting my load into her warm palm and groaning her name.

“Your turn,” I said when I’d gotten my breath back. “Stand still.” I poured liquid soap into the washcloth and rubbed it over her luscious tits, her flat stomach, between her lovely legs and down her shapely thighs.

“That feels so nice,” she sighed.

I angled my head and lifted her up my body. Our tongues tangled as we lapped each other up. So fucking hot. I held her against me with one hand while I skimmed the fingers of my other hand over her slit. She knew to trust me…we’d come so far in the past three weeks. I found her clit and flicked it up and down.

“Oh, Pierce,” she whimpered.

We fell to the floor, the showerhead still raining hot water down on us. The air in my lungs burned…I wanted to taste her so bad.

I dropped my face and kissed the hollow place where her chest and neck met. Our mouths closed on one another and I rubbed my lower lip along hers, brushed my nose on her cheek, then slipped my tongue into her mouth and claimed it as mine.

She raised her hands to cup my cheeks, and I deepened our kiss before lifting her onto the bench in the corner of the shower cubicle. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

I pressed my face to her pussy and gave her slit a thorough, long lick. I did it again, and she mewled. I put my tongue at her base and dragged it all the way up to her clit, and she gave a deep moan.

She clutched at my hair and thrust her hips forward, but, at the same time, she turned her head away.

“Look at me, love. I want to see your expression when you come apart.”

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