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“Yeah?”
His voice is dark and sensual, just like the rest of him. His body glistens under the overhead lights and I can see every ridge and line of his muscles.
“Yes.”
He tucks a finger in the neck of my nightie, first rubbing it over my skin and then tugging the fabric and using it to bring me closer.
I rest my chest over his, both of us breathing together, and tilt my neck up.
“Shouldn’t you be naked for that?” he rasps, playing with my lace now.
I nod, biting my lip.
Zach fists my nightie at the chest and pulls it over my head before I can even draw my next breath and pushes my panties down.
Like always, he seems mesmerized by my body. My collarbones, my nipples, my belly button. The jut of my hips. That slit in between my legs. My toes.
Everything small and curvy and soft on my body is his favorite thing to see.
And I show him.
In fact, I move closer to him, to his sprung-tight, aroused body. I massage his shoulders and rub his chest. “You work so hard for this body, don’t you? Every morning,” I whisper, circling his collarbone, rubbing his nipples. “Push-ups, pull-ups. Squats. Planks. I don’t even know what else.”
I’m at his ribs now, bronzed and strong. I push my thumbs in, twist my knuckles over the ropy muscles. I feel his hips thrust. Gently, slightly, just a whisper of movement, grazing my bare belly.
“You sweat and gasp and pant. Every muscle in your body vibrates. Your veins stand up. I notice it all. In fact, by the time you’re done, I’m panting. It makes me lose my breath from what you put this body through.”
I clutch his sides before making my way down to his tight stomach with all the grooves. “When you grunt, I feel it between my legs, I swear. I get all swollen and horny just watching you. Watching how hard you work.”
I thread my fingers through the tuft of his dark curly hair that leads down to his dick. Which is straining against his sweats right now.
Looking back into his hooded, slightly wild eyes, I whisper, grazing my needy nipples over his abs, “Can I make you feel good? Please? I want to make you feel good, Zach. Treat you like a prince for being such a hard worker. Let me show how much I love your body.”
Let me show how much I love you.
At my words, he fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back. His cheeks are jutting out, his jaw rigid and square. His neck is flushed with lust.
He’s a guy at the end of his patience, at the end of his rope.
“Who are you?” he growls.
A girl who loves you.
“Your prize.”
His other hand comes up and wraps around my neck, feeling my racing pulse. He’s harder than ever, hotter and darker and completely wild.
“Take off my pants.”
My hands fall to the waistband of his sweats and, swallowing, I do. He probably feels it under his palm, the jerk of my throat.
I manage to get them down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his hard cock that springs out like a weapon and slaps against his abdomen. Zach does the rest of the work, shoving them down and off his legs.
Then he walks me backward, his dick grazing my upper tummy. I feel its wetness rubbing over my skin.
Letting go of my neck and hair, he grips my waist and picks me up and puts me inside his ceramic bathtub before getting in himself and closing the shower curtain in one go.
Now we’re all enclosed, cornered and hidden inside this tiled space, him and me. He casts a shadow on the wall, covering me completely and leaving no space for me anywhere but inside the contours of his large body.
Zach simply stands there, staring down at me with intense eyes, and in this moment, I’m filled with a purpose.
He wants me to serve and I will.
Clenching my thighs, I grope the wall behind me for the shower knob. When I find it, I turn it on and water rains down on us.
I step into him and push back the hair that is slick on his forehead. Taking his hand, I change our places, getting him under the spray of water. It’s hard to look away from him, from the water sluicing down his muscles making him look so magnificent, but I do it.
I find the bottle of soap, squirt it on my palm before lathering it up. I start at his neck, going up and down the column of it, before moving down to his shoulders and chest. I make his skin all slippery and soapy and scratch his nipples, causing him to fist his hands on his sides.
Bending down, I soap up his torso. Stunningly hard and tight and defined.
