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HUDSON
IFELT IT. Something irrevocably changing.
As soon as I stepped into the shower, I knew. Watching Drew beneath the spray, his eyes closed, I felt something vital shift inside me.
It was like all of a sudden, everything before that moment in time felt trivial, inconsequential. All I could see was Drew: his passions, his faults, the humor he used to hide his vulnerability. His love for me. It was all right there for me to see with perfect clarity.
And it made me wonder why I’d wasted so many years trying to convince myself he wasn’t the one I wanted, no matter what.
I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Leaning in, I bit on Drew’s lower lip until his hold on my hair released.
“Looks like I need to finish cleaning us up so we can get filthy again,” I said, and gave him a firm smack on the ass.
When I pulled away, he groaned, but before I could grab the soap, he swiped it out from my hand. Then he split the bar and handed me half.
“Uh, Drew?”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Speeding up the process.”
As he began to soap up his ass, my eyes narrowed. “That’s my job.”
“No, your job is to make me come as many times as humanly possible before dawn. I’m just helping rush things along.” He pointed at the half of a bar I held. “Now wash.”
Amusement played on my lips, but I couldn’t deny I wanted him writhing beneath me. “Your patience is admirable.”
“Less talking. More doing.”
Drew was a bossy fucker when aroused, but that was a turn-on. I’d never minded when he took charge—but now it was my turn.
We’d barely gotten out of the shower and dried off when my patience finally wore thin.
Drew must’ve seen the look I was giving, because he backed away, moving out of the steam-filled bathroom and toward the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, stalking forward.
“Wherever you tell me to.”
“Turn around. Hands on the bed, feet on the floor.”
Drew complied without hesitation, bending over for me and giving a little shake of that perfect, plump ass.
My dick practically wept at the sight.
I ran my fingers along the curve of his spine, watching as goosebumps appeared in their wake. “Hmm, which position do I want you in first…”
Drew looked at me over his shoulder and winked. “Dealer’s choice.”
I landed a hard, loud smack on his ass that had him grunting—and keeping that smart mouth shut.
I smoothed my hand over the flush of red, then leaned in and ran my tongue along it before gently grazing his skin with my teeth.
