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This morning seems like a hundred years ago.
I lean into him, and he leans into the wall, and it feels like being suspended from the hoop above the stage, ready to fly.
That’s my favorite hobby, and when I’m out there, it’s all up to me. I’ve doneenoughtoday.
So I put my arms around Jameson’s neck and let him move me however he wants, which happens to put my clit in direct contact with hard, hot skin, which happens to feel so good that it replaces all the adrenaline in my body with something warm and hazy like wine.
Just when I think he can’t possibly do this much longer, he keeps going.
And going.
Andgoinguntil I’m drunk on the steady rhythm of it and the pressure and heat of the water and I have no choice but to go from throbbing nerve endings to coming all over him. He waits until I’ve dropped my face into his shoulder to push inside me, andthat’sso good I have to tip my head back just to stand it.
I mean for kissing him to be a little revenge, but when I get my mouth on his again, it doesn’t feel like that at all.
“You would rather be in jail than do this?”
“No,” he answers, voice low and tight.
“Then don’tdothat again.”
He shudders, rocking me harder onto his cock. I feel just as stretched and sensitive as I did the first time. I want it just as much as I did the first time.
“No promises.”
“Yes, promises,” I insist, and push my hips into him. I probably shouldn’t. He’s standing in a wet shower, and I could take us both over. “Jameson.”
Jameson opens his eyes and looks into mine.
It takes my breath away.
I’ve seen Jameson lose it completely from a nightmare, and I still had no idea how much he’s been hiding all day. Behind the heat is so much raw emotion that I think it could crack him wide open.
Today started the way it did because Jameson got himself arrested, but he had no control over anything else, and it was too much. I was too wrapped up in information-gathering and getting shot and our weird slow-speed escape from the city to feel the raw tension he’s radiating. The raw hurt.
He tilts his hips and brings me down harder. It’s the smallest change, but it makes everything new. We’re here to fuck in Jameson’s shower. Whoever shot at us earlier didn’t get what they wanted. We still have time.
“Okay,” I gasp on his next thrust. Or my next thrust. I’m not sure which of us is more in control. “No promises today.”
He makes a sound that’s closer to a growl than anything else and hauls me in, his grip hard, fingers digging in. It isn’t my plan to claw at him, but that’s what happens. My nails slip through the water on his shoulders and find skin. He leans his forehead against mine, breathing fast, and I relax a little bit more, hold on a little bit tighter, and let him take what he needs from me.
Jameson presses his head harder against mine and makes a sound that’s almost pained. Then his hands lock on my ass. He pins me against him, his hips moving into my body in small, powerful motions while he comes.
It’s a long, long time before he stops shaking.
He bends to kiss my shoulder, then the side of my neck. Breathes into it once, then twice, then a third time. Jameson’s muscles tense like he’s about to put me down.
Before he does, he turns his head, putting his lips next to my ear.
“I won’t,” he says.
It sounds like a promise.
7
JAMESON
Fucking in the shower should be enough to take the edge off. I bet it would be if I were a normal person, or even a person who did normal shit when they got tired and went to sleep instead of feeling violently awake.
