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And I’d never forget the way he said my name. Like a longing, a prayer, a plea.

I leaned against the black tile and pulled him in even closer, shifting, slipping my thigh between his legs, encouraging him to ride me.

My hands found purchase in his thick hair, and I tugged, angling his face so I could take his mouth the way I wanted, the way I needed—hard and deep. Brodie moaned just before our lips met.

Finally, I claimed the kiss I wanted more than my next breath.

We were just as voracious as we had been in that dressing room.

Brodie sucked on my tongue, and I teased him right back, reveling in relentless kisses.

My throbbing cock slapped against my belly, my balls aching, so heavy and full. I smoothed one hand over his taut asscheeks and squeezed, pulling him closer.

Brodie gave me one last kiss and leaned back.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I reluctantly let him go and did as he asked, placing my hands on the wet tile. Looking over my shoulder, I watched Brodie watching me—giving me a thorough once-over. Then he leaned in, and I felt his hot breath tease my neck. Despite the heat of the water, goosebumps popped up all along my skin.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, then kissed and sucked on the skin where my neck met my shoulder.

I full-on shivered, never realizing just how sensitive that spot was.

I met his gaze and nodded. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Then he dropped to his knees, and my entire body tightened. Smoothing his hands over my ass, he slipped his thumbs down my crease, and Christ, that felt amazing.

“Yes,” I encouraged and licked my lips, tasting him. “Do that again.”

Brodie’s hand slipped lower, between my legs, teasing me like he had in the elevator.

Warm, wet fingers rubbed my taint, and I let out a groan that echoed inside the steamy enclosure.

“The sounds you make are better than any music I’ve ever heard,” Brodie moaned as he slowly moved his fingers higher, higher, until he slid over my hole.

God, that felt so fucking good; I was ready to come again.

“I want to bury my face in your ass and lick your hole. If that’s not something you want, you need to tell me now.”

Instead of replying, I pushed my ass out.

I was more than ready for anything he wanted to give me—especially his tongue in my ass.

I’d had plenty of blowjobs, but a rim job? Never.

For a moment, I wondered if he’d want to. I wasn’t model smooth like he was.

Brodie pulled my cheeks apart, and the stream of water poured over my overheated skin.

Then his hot tongue slid around my puckered hole and fucking hell...

“Oh God, oh fuck,” I moaned as he pushed his face in, his stubble rubbing against my sensitive skin.

Nerve endings I never knew existed were firing, igniting sparks of pleasure so intense my breath hitched.

Brodie’s tongue slid lower, over my taint, and back up again. Teasing, licking, sucking. I was overwhelmed by every new sensation.

With one hand on the tile to brace myself, I reached down with my other and gripped my aching cock, tugging in a frantic motion. The slap of the water against my skin and the echo of our mutual groans filled the air.

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