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Desire rose up in me, an inferno that I couldn't tamp down, no matter how I tried. It spread like wildfire over me, sweeping away my determination. My skin slipped and slid on his, our thighs, our chests, our arms and legs and cock and mound, all were smashed together in the hot, soapy steam. His kiss lifted me up as he nipped at my lips with his teeth, but somehow I found the strength to resist him. My pussy and ass were still aching from our earlier encounter, and I was tired.
He drew back and looked down at me. “Already attempting to bargain with me?” he asked.
Beneath his words I heard a knife balanced on edge, and I hastened to assure him this was not the case. “Not at all,” I said as he ran his hands down my sides. Somehow I was on my tiptoes, my arms around his neck. How did these things keep happening? “I'm just...”
His hands squeezed my backside, and I gasped, stumbling into him. His hardening erection slid against my abdomen.
“I still want to fuck your ass,” he said conversationally.
“Yes,” I said. “I... I think I want that, too.”
“Then turn around.”
It took all my strength, but I managed it. “N—no.”
He stilled. “What did you say?”
“You said I could say no,” I told him. “So... no.”
He seemed to think about this. “I did say that. What would you like to do instead?”
I sighed and let my forehead fall against his shoulder. “Sleep.”
I could feel the confusion radiating from him. “Sleep?” he said, as though it were a foreign word he'd never heard before. “You mean... sleep sleep?”
“Yeah. I'd like to get out, dry off, get in bed, and fall unconscious.”
He didn't say anything for a moment. “I don't suppose you'd let me fuck you while you're asleep, would you?” he said.
Indignant, I drew back, ready to give him a piece of my mind, and he laughed. “Relax, Felicia. I would never.”
“That's goddamn right. Which reminds me, shouldn't I have a safeword or something?”
His mouth twisted. “Yes, you should,” he said. “Especially given how you responded to me this afternoon. I've been very irresponsible not to give you one.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to bestow upon me the word that would keep me safe from whatever horrors he wanted to visit upon me.
He smiled. “How about... Jonathan?”
I made a face. “My dad's name? Ew. Ew, ew, ew. No, that's gross.” I gave him a little shove as he laughed at me again. “You are gross, Anton Waters.”
“I never claimed otherwise,” he told me. “Fine, you pick.”
I chewed my lip and absently drew away from him, letting the water cascade over me and wash the soap away. “How about... Trixie?”
This time it was Anton's turn to make a face. “Trixie?” he said. “What kind of name is that?”
“My first dog's name,” I said defensively.
“Well, it'll definitely stop me in my tracks,” he said. “Very well. Trixie it is.”
“Good,” I said, washed the last of the soap from my body, then pushed past him and got out.
“Where are you going?” he wanted to know.
“To sleep!” I told him, grabbing a towel and exiting the bathroom.
I was already snuggled in bed and half-dreaming when he slid under the covers with me. He reached out and pulled me to him. I didn't resist. Laying my cheek on his bare shoulder, I reveled in the warmth we shared and kept my eyes firmly shut. I wouldn't be tempted by the hard thighs pressed against mine. Not at all.
