His expression grows amused. “Good to know.”
“Yep.”
I start backing toward the door. “Anyway, I’ll let y’all get back to work.”
“Probably for the best,” he says.
I tip my hat.
Then I catch one last glimpse of Jovie stepping out from behind the screen.
Her cheeks are still pink.
Her eyes meet mine.
And the smile she gives me promises that tonight’s house call will be all I think about for the rest of the day.
Axle
We slept in.
Which is something I never do.
Jovie rushes to the bathroom, and I start the coffeepot.
I lean a hip against the counter while I wait for the black liquid gold to begin flowing.
Then I hear the shower start.
Fuck it. I’m already late.
I leave my mug abandoned by the sink and head down the hall to the bathroom.
Steam curls in the air, and the edges of the mirror have already begun to fog up.
Jovie stands under the hot spray. I can just make out her curves through the frosted glass door as I reach out and pull it open.
I step in behind her. Ducking to avoid hitting my head on the showerhead.
She giggles as she scoots forward, trying to make room for me.
These damn showers are tiny as hell. It’s the only real complaint I have with these cabins. A man taller than six foot can barely fit under the spray.
I wrap my arms around her and reach for the shampoo.
“Lean back, baby,” I say as I squirt a dollop into my palm.
She backs up, and my cock springs to life when her ass presses into me. I rub my hands together as I thrust my hips forward. She gasps as I enter her from behind.
I bring my mouth to her ear. “Sorry about that. There’s no room in here.”
“That’s okay,” she moans as she rocks back.
I run my fingers through her hair, lathering the shampoo and massaging her scalp as I move inside her.
“Time to rinse.”
She braces her arms against the shower wall and leans her head back into the stream of water as I slip my palms around to her breasts. Her muscles contract around my cock as I run my soapy hands all over her body.
