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“I don't want to shower with you.”
I walk up to her. She cowers, again reminding me of a little mouse. She shrinks into herself when I bend until I’m an inch away from her lips. That scent fills me again. It’s richer coming from the source and potent enough to make me crazy.
“Take your clothes off and get in the shower with me.”
“Why?” She folds her arms under her breasts, pushing up the ample flesh.
“Why do you think?”
“I honestly don’t know. Other than maybe you like wasting water.”
“Okay, let me tell you.” I’m the one in control here. If she wants to play games with me when she’s already on the losing team, then so be it. By the time I finish with her, she’s going to be as red as the flashing lights of a police car. “I want to look at your naked body under the water flow with your nipples hardening and the water running down your pussy while I decide if I want to jerk off or have your pretty little mouth around my dick.”
She turns as red as I thought she would, and her mouth drops open.
“You are such an asshole.”
“Yes, I am, and it seems as if you’ve forgotten you owe me.”
“I’m already fulfilling my payment to you by marrying you.”
“No, no, no, no.” I move closer, brushing my nose over her soft skin.
She flinches. “What do you mean, no?”
“Although the debt and your inheritance are intertwined, the debt is a separate arrangement. Your hand in marriage is just one thing, but that doesn’t stop me from requesting other things of my wife-to-be.”
Her lips part, and I can tell she wants to give me a mouthful but is holding her tongue.
I take advantage of the moment to gather the hem of her top between my thumb and forefinger and tug on it.
“Off now, or I’ll take it off for you.” I release the top and straighten.
Frowning, she mumbles something about me being a first-class jerk under her breath, to which I smile wider and whip off my shirt.
Without looking at me, she takes off her shorts first, then the top, allowing her gorgeous breasts to bounce when she stretches her arms up.
I get a good look at her, leisurely scanning her body from head to toe before I
point to the bathroom door. She proceeds with a nervous tremor in her steps, and like always, when I get the chance to stare at her ass, I do. To me, her perfect ass is a bonus to this little arrangement of ours.
When we’re inside the bathroom, she steps into the walk-in shower, and I slide my pants and boxers down my legs, leaving me as naked as she is.
Gwen turns to face me, her eyes going straight to my already erect cock, which hardens even more from the desire in her stare.
When she looks away, I step in behind her, taking her hair out of the loose bun and allowing the long golden strands to fall down her back like a waterfall of silky rain. I switch on the shower, adjusting the water flow to a light spray of lukewarm water. Then I grab a shower cloth, squirt some shower gel onto it, and rub it over her chest.
At my touch, she goes rigid, like she might snap in half if I poke her too hard.
“Is this what the next six months are going to be like?” She speaks in the same stiff tone.
“Maybe.”
“I would have thought you’d be spoiled for choice, so you wouldn’t have to bother with me.”
I simply give her a wicked grin. I know what she’s implying, and if I wholeheartedly believed my mantra about business being business, I’d allow her to think whatever she wants.
“I’m not a cheater.”
