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"Who is this guy?" I breathe.
"Celebrities are always weirdos."
I laugh. "Speaking from experience?"
He opens a door on the far side of the room and we both gasp at the enormous bathroom with a glassed-in tiled shower with two shower heads and bench seating.
"Oooh," he says. "A playground."
"You do realize that eighty percent of the words you say make no sense in the context, right?"
He carries me into the shower, sets me down on one of the benches and uses a digital display to start the shower spray and set the temperature. Then, he disposes of the condom in the nearest trash can and starts going through the cabinets.
"You can't snoop in Jaxon's home," I say. "It's bad enough we had sex on his couch."
Asher pops up a few moments later with five condoms.
"Well, I guess he won't miss a few of those." My cheeks ache because I'm smiling like an idiot.
Asher tosses them onto the bench next to me, then steps into the shower and tests the water. "It's good. You want to stay there or can you stand?"
I roll my eyes like he's being ridiculous, but my stupid knee is throbbing. "I can stand."
He eyes me and shakes his head. "You should sit as much as you can. I'll help you."
"I don't need your help, Aldridge."
He bends over, his hands on either sides of my hips and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. "It's not a sign of weakness to accept help. I will never use it against you."
For some stupid reason, his stupid words make my eyes sting. "Fine. I'll do what I can while I'm sitting."
He lifts me and sets me back down under the spray like I'm a doll.
Then he steps under the spray of the other shower head. He tilts his head back under the water, his muscles rippling as water runs down the length of his perfect body. His cock rises like it knows I'm watching and wanting it again.
He lathers himself up with body wash and the suds roll down the planes of his body as he rinses off. I grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from going over there and licking him.
I like sex, always have, but this man makes me absolutely ravenous for it. I've just had three orgasms and I want him again, want him so deep inside me I don't have the space to think about the feelings that are growing right along with the lust.
Why does he have to be so damn kind and thoughtful and…? he lowers his hand and grips his cock and all thoughts flee.
"Come here," I say.
Asher stops mid-reach for the shampoo and looks at me. "What do you need? I thought I'd clean up first and then I can help you."
He says all that like his cock isn't rock hard. Like he's content to help me get clean when we're both naked and ready to go. "Just come here. I want to try something."
He takes a step toward me, but he's still too far away. "What are you thinking?"
"I just want to try something, Aldridge. Quit asking so many questions and get over here."
As soon as he's close enough I grab his hips and steer so his jutting cock is right in my face. "Just what I thought," I say. "The perfect height."
I lick him like a lolly pop and he groans. "Holy fuck."
When I take him into my mouth, he grabs my head and holds on way too gently.
I pop off and look up at him. "Guide my head. Show me what you like."
