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Wet lips hunt my throat, and the erection pressing against my stomach is a good indication of what he’s come looking for.

“You missed the opportunity to tear my dress off.”

Bending into me, he sucks the water from the crook of my neck, his fingers pressed firmly into my hips. “I’m devastated.”

“You should be. Cold, shriveled nipples are the new sexy.”

“I can handle cold nipples. I couldn’t stand the sulfur smell on you.”

“Well, no worries. I managed just fine. Perhaps next time, though, we can change it up a little, and you can buy me a nursing uniform to strip off.” I feel him smile against my skin, and once again, the jealousy bug bites me in the ass. “I’m assuming you fucked her.”

Trailing kisses over my skin, he presses me against his hard cock. “Do you want the truth, or lies?”

“Truth, I guess.”

“Yes. We’ve f--”

“Lies! I changed my mind. I want the lies. All the lies.”

“Jealousy isn’t fitting for you.” Pushing my wet hair aside, he finds that spot on my neck that weakens my knees and has my eyes rolling back.

I blow out a shaky breath, gripping his arms for support. “Who said I’m jealous? I think she’s pretty.”

“She is.” His lips trace the edge of my jaw, and he runs his teeth over the bone. “But she’s not standing in my shower right now.” Fingers curl into my hair, and with a light tug, he tips my head back. Warm water dances over my bottom lip, dribbling down my chin, and he sucks it into his mouth. “She doesn’t sleep in my bed every night.” Teeth tug at my bottom lip at the same time that his big palms press me hard against his cock. “And I don’t dream of fucking her.”

This man makes me weak.

Completely and utterly useless.

Taking both of my nipples between his fingers, he gives a light tug, drawing me closer to him, the silent command sending a titillating thrill to my stomach. He slants his mouth over mine, sealing out the air, and spears his tongue to deepen the kiss. The water slickens our bodies, his chest sliding across my puckered, wet nipples, and I moan into his mouth. Reaching down between us, I take his cock in hand, and a growly grunting sound rumbles in his chest.

One long stroke, and his lips part on a hiss.

Eyes fixed on mine, he watches me, as I lower myself to my knees before him until level with his groin. I don’t know what it is that I love so much about a man’s cock, but the mere sight of it waters my mouth. Covered in a map of veins, the organ sticks out from his muscled thighs, and a tingle at the back of my jaw tells me this one is going to set off my gag reflex. Power and force packed tightly into a smooth and well-groomed vessel of destruction.

Though I’ve learned to take a man deep, I’ve certainly not mastered it.

The water runs down his body, and he rubs it over his long inviting shaft, almost taunting me. But instead of giving him what he clearly wants, I bend forward and run my tongue over his balls that hang heavy and neglected.

His hips jerk in response, and the sound of his grunting echoes in the shower.

With a smile tugging at my lips, I tip my head just enough to suck the water dribbling from one of them, and take the whole thing into my mouth. I feel him move against me, but I keep on, working my way to his shaft. Over the throbbing veins and smooth, slick skin, up to the tip. Blinking against the errant sprays of water that fall on my face, I keep my eyes on his, as I push the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” His palms shoot-out to either side, against the tiles, and he tips his head back, but snaps it forward again, like he can’t bring himself to look away.

Up and down his shaft, I suck the salty water and swallow it back. Up and down, up and down.

He reaches down, fingers tightening around a handful of my wet curls, sending a zap of pain to my skull. The deep, masculine moan that echoes all around me sends an ache to between my thighs. Small thrusts of his hips confess his impatience, and I angle my head just enough to let him go deeper. The water makes for a wet glide, as he fucks my throat, and when I grip tight to his thighs, I can feel a tremble vibrating through him.

In the next breath, my body is wrenched up off the floor. Rough hands spin me around, pressing me flat against the cold tiles. In one hard thrust, he’s inside of me, and his fingers curl into mine, his cheek smashed against my cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you ragged, chère. Until you can’t walk. Whenever I get an envie for your tight little chatte, you’re going to spread those pretty thighs of yours for me.”

This man is the king of making me feel so freaking dirty, and I lap his words up like a thirsty kitten at a bowl of milk.

“Yes,” I whisper, desperately trying to keep upright as he pumps in and out of me.

“Whenever I want. Say it.”