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Head bowed, hands against the tile, he just… stood there. As if he was trying to rinse the events of the night from his very skin. The need to touch, to comfort, to soothe welled up inside her and before she knew it, her clothes were pooled on the ground at her feet and she was reaching for the shower door.

“What are you doing, menace?”

Steam engulfed her as she stepped into the glass enclosure. Moving behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed to his back. “Thought you might want some company.”

“I don’t.”

It shouldn’t hurt. Shouldn’t feel like a dagger to her heart. Yet, there it was, a stabbing pain in her chest at his latest rejection.

And still, she stayed.

“Well, maybe I need it.” Tightening her hold, she pressed closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. “Please… Daddy.”

It was low. It was manipulative. But the guilt didn’t have time to set in before he turned in her arms, before he backed her up against the cool tile. And when he ducked his head, his lips seeking hers, she let her brain shut off for once in her life. Let herself be nothing more than feeling and sensation and need.

Let herself, for just this one night, be his.

Chapter 19

Brody

He should stop. Pull back and tell her to go put some clothes on and go to bed. God knew they both needed their rest.

But more than sleep, he needed her. Needed her soft skin beneath his palms, needed the way her whole body surrendered to him as he pressed her against the shower wall. Needed to know she was here and real and alive.

So he let himself need. Let himself touch and taste and take.

There’d be plenty of time to hate himself after he slept.

A soft whimper met his ears and he smiled against her mouth. “My pretty little menace,” he murmured, nudging her thighs open with his knee. “I love those sounds you make for me. Let’s see how many more I can pull from you.”

Capturing her wrists in one hand, he pinned her arms above her head while his other hand stroked down her wet skin. Down the soft, gentle slopes of her body, her slightly rounded stomach, her full hips. Down to where she was dripping for him in a way that had nothing to do with the shower.

“Brody… please…” Her voice was rougher than usual, her tone borderline desperate, and the darkness that lived inside him roared with triumph at the sound.

Sliding two fingers inside her, he ground the heel of his hand against her swollen clit. “What do you call me, menace?”

He lifted his head so he could watch her pupils blow with need. So he could assure himself that this was what she wanted, what she needed from him.

And he was not disappointed.

Breath catching sharply on an inhale, she stared up at him through those lust-soaked eyes. “D-Daddy.”

“Such a good girl when you want to be, aren’t you, menace?” Dipping his head again, he captured her lips, swallowing her needy whine as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her tight sheath, the heel of his hand grazing her poor little nub with just enough pressure to tease without giving her the release she craved.

“Are you going to keep being a good girl for me?” he whispered into her mouth. “Are you going to let Daddy touch you and taste you and fuck you however he wants?”

She let out another low, needy little sound that nearly drove him to his knees. Jesus, those whimpers and whines were going to be the death of him. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he purred, releasing his hold on her wrists so he could drop to his knees, a supplicant worshiping at the altar of her body. Hooking one knee over his shoulder, he cupped her ass, holding her still as he gazed up at her. “Don’t hold back. If I don’t hear you scream when you come all over my tongue, I will spank your ass red before I fuck you. Understood?”

The look of raw need that flickered over her face told him she wouldn’t entirely object to that punishment. But she nodded anyway, her eyes still glazed with need. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

Taking her at her word, he tightened his hold on her ass.

And feasted.

Fucking hell, she was delicious. The taste of her coated his tongue as he fucked her with it, and he had the fleeting thought he could survive on nothing but her sweet cunt for the rest of his days.