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Heat explodes across my cheeks but I do as he says.

At first I freeze when I come face to face with my reflection. It’s not as clear as it was, thanks to the steam and water droplets streaking down the surface, but still clear enough to see my hooded, dark eyes staring back at me. The flushed cheeks. The parted lips.

It’s nerve-wracking and hot all at once.

Hands come around my waist, giving me a little shove forward.

Not expecting it, I throw my arms out, slamming my palms against the mirror.

“Good boy.”

Fucking. Christ.

I watch through wide eyes as he drops down behind me. His knees are bent between mine as he balances on the soles of his feet. Hands clutching my ass for leverage.

Warm, slick hands stroke over my cheeks. “God, I’ve missed this ass. Maybe even more than who it belongs to.”

That startles a choked laugh from me. My knuckles push against my skin as I dig my bruised fingertips into the mirror. “You’re such a dic—”

My words cut out with a sharp hitch of air as I feel his teeth clamp down on my ass.

“Be nice,” he says softly, before flicking his tongue over my skin to soothe the ache.

His words echo all around me, and I shudder, dropping my forehead to the mirror. He squeezes my bottom, moving his lips toward my crease as he spreads me.

And all I can think is,thank God the guys aren’t here.Because not a moment later, I feel warm, wet heat right over my hole, ripping a sound from me that I can’t even be sure is human. Caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan, it fills the room, clashing with the rush of water pouring down on us.

I feel more than hear the dark chuckle that dances along the most private part of my body. He pulls back just enough to say, “I might be in love with this bathroom.”

I might be in love with you.

But I don’t say that. That would defeat the purpose of… of… well, fuck I don’t know, his tongue’s nowinmy ass, wreaking havoc on my senses. There’s really nomightabout it. I’m in love with this guy.

In love with the way he loves me, fiercely and unabashed. The way he makes me feel, the way his mouth feels on my body,inmy body.Jesus Christ,he’sfuckingme with his tongue.

So. Much.Love.

All of it. I’ve got nothing else left in me.

I don’t realize I’ve shut my eyes until I peel them open to look down at where Will’s reflection kneels between my legs. From this angle, I can only make out the jut of his jaw as he fucking buries his face between my cheeks. His knees are now digging into the tiled floors, but if his cock is anything to go by—hard and flushed against his stomach, leaving a sticky, glistening mess—he doesn’t mind.

A deep-chested groan rises out of me when I feel his stubble scrape over my inner cheeks and thighs, and I don’t even care anymore how loud it sounds. The guys could be back and listening in on us for all I fucking care.

He sucks and bites at my rim exactly like he promised me the other day, laving it up with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“I’m going to devour you. Make you forget everything but the feel of my mouth on you. Gonna make you scream.”

To which I told him,“Bet.”

…knowing full well I’d lose.

My cock stands rigidly against my stomach, balls tingling as he sweeps his tongue over my entrance. Pre-cum weeps from my tip, sliding down the reddened head.

I reach down to give myself a squeeze, some kind of relief, only for Will to pinch my ass. “Hands on the wall.”

Nose flaring, teeth gnashing, I do as he says. “Hate you so much.”

He stands up suddenly, plastering his front to my back. His dick’s hot and hard, wedged between my cheeks. He reaches around with one hand, clasping my jaw, pushing out my lips as he tips my head back.

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