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He watches me for a few more moments and then grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock. “You missed a spot.”
I swallow, taken off guard by his boldness. “Well, I figured it was an area you could reach yourself.”
“Doctor’s orders,” he says with a lazy shrug. “I can’t risk getting dizzy and slipping to my death with my dick in my hand.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. God, he’s too much sometimes. “I bet the nurses had a party the day you were discharged.”
“Nah, they enjoyed my antics. Kept them on their toes.”
“I bet,” I say dryly. I lathered more soap between my hands and wrapped my fingers around his erection that never seems to go down, rubbing the suds up and down his length. With my other hand, I massage his balls, making sure to be as gentle as I can. I’ll give him the satisfaction that he won this round, but I won’t finish him off, as much as I’d love to.
As soon as his head falls back and his body begins to tighten, I release my hands and rinse them underneath the water. “All done, Mr. King,” I say in a professional tone. “Can I help you with anything else?”
His throat moves, and his chest rises and falls quickly. “Yes, as a matter of fact.” His tone is sharp. “Put your hands back on me right now.” He lowers his face and locks eyes with me. “You’re going to give me blue balls.”
“Sorry, Mr. King, but that’s not in the paperwork. Any pleasuring will have to be done on your own time.” I flash a witty smile, and I can tell he’s brewing inside.
“I should’ve known your smart mouth would come out to play.” The corner of his lips tilts up, and I know he’s up to something. He grabs the soap and smirks at me. “My turn.”
I furrow my brows, but he stays silent as he circles a finger in the air, motioning for me to turn around. After a few moments, I feel his hands on my shoulders, and it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. His hands are so big and strong, and even though they’re covered in soap, I want his hands on me—everywhere.
A moan releases from my throat as he makes his way down my back and ass, thoroughly covering every inch of me. I miss his body on mine, touching me, kissing me, pushing my every limit. I want everything this man has to offer, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
“Put your hands up on the wall,” he says over my ear, pressing his body into mine and feeling his erection against the small of my back. “Spread your legs apart.”
I do as he says and am just about to ask what he’s doing when he wraps both arms around my waist, holding onto me. His legs are spread behind mine, keeping his balance, and before I can make a comment about how I’m supposed to be the one keeping an eye on him, he lowers his hand down my stomach and palms my pussy. Every thought vanishes and the only thing I need in this world is for his hands never to stop touching me.
His other hand slides up and covers my breast, massaging it in rhythm as he rubs his thumb over my clit. A soft moan releases, and I’m no longer in control.
“I’ve missed you,” he says, his words vibrating over my ear. My entire body shivers. The water cascades down his back, leaving me naked and cold. “You have goose bumps.”
I swallow as his fingers slide along my slit, building up the ache that I was already fighting. I can’t concentrate on anything beyond his hand on my breast and his fingers sliding inside me, building up the pressure I so desperately want to release.
My head falls back against his chest and rests on his shoulder. “I think this is a safety hazard, Mr. King. I can’t be liable for any injuries due to your wandering hands.”
His teeth scrape along the lobe of my ear, and he groans. “Any injuries would be worth it.” I can feel his lips forming into a smirk. “And I’m not really in that much pain anymore.”
Although his words take me off guard, I don’t believe him. After hearing about his injuries, I looked them up, and know for a fact that fractured ribs can take up to six weeks to recover or sometimes even longer. I know Travis takes good care of his body and health, but I can’t imagine he wouldn’t still be in pain after less than two weeks.
“You’re supposed to be resting and taking it easy,” I manage to say between his thumb rubbing circles on me and his fingers sliding deeper inside me.
“Trust me, Princess, this is me taking it easy,” he growls and flashbacks of our first time surface. “You’d be holding your ankles as I bent you over and gave you every-fucking-thing you’re begging for right now, so trust me when I say that this is aseasyas I’ll be taking it.”
God. Why does he do this to me?How,after all these years, can my body crave him this much?
He speeds up his fingers, making me unable to respond to him, and even if I could, I don’t know that I’d be able to say anything that made any sense right now.
“Are you ready to count, Princess?” He kisses under my ear and sends more shivers down my spine.
I begin shaking my head, because I know I can’t control myself around him, especially with his body pressed up against mine and his magic fingers driving me wild.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Viola. God, it’s driving me insane.”
I begin panting, losing the strength to deny him, so I give in and practically beg him for it. “I need more,” I say between heavy breaths. “Harder.”
One hand slides up my body and fists my hair as his other hand pushes two fingers deep inside me and finds a rhythm that nearly has my knees buckling. If he keeps this up, we’ll both be on the shower floor with broken ribs.
“You’re going to make me fall,” I say, pushing my hips harder into his palm, desperately needing a release. My hands on the shower wall are barely holding me up anymore.
