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Mmm. My gaze dropped to his hard thighs, and his half-hard cock.
“Macy?”
Jolting, I jerked my gaze up. “Shower!” Whirling, I raced into his bathroom.
It was a darker, moodier version of the guest bathroom, with cool, gray, hexagonal tiles on the floor. I flicked on the water in the shower stall, then after spotting a pink hair tie on the vanity—pretty sure that was Daisy’s and not Colt’s—I shoved my hair up on top of my head and tied it in a messy bun.
I stepped under the spray. A second later, the shower door opened, and Colt stepped in with me.
I stared at him, watching the water slide over his body. Butterflies took off in my belly. His body was impressive. I watched the water track over his pecs, down his defined abs, lower.
He reached past me and grabbed a bottle of shower gel. He squirted some in his hands and the smell of limes hit me. I knew it.
“I don’t have any flowery, girly soap for you. You’re going to smell like me.”
“I already do.” I blushed.
He smoothed his soapy hands down my arms, then back up, and across my shoulders.
I gasped. The long, lazy caresses were drugging. I tipped my head back. Those rough hands slid down my body, then squeezed my ass.
“I love the sounds you make when I touch you,” he murmured.
Heat filled me and I squirmed. His hand slid between my legs, and two fingers slid right inside me.
I choked out his name.
“I love when you scream my name, Macy. Especially when you’re full of my cock.” His mouth took mine. I clutched at him, kissing him back, lost in the pleasure.
“We don’t have time,” I panted.
“Then I’ll have to be quick.”
He pulled his hand away, and boosted me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his hips.
Shower sex always worried me. I was pretty sure it was a quick path to getting a head injury. But Colt’s arms felt secure. I trusted him.
“Condom?” I asked.
“Already on.”
“I like a man who’s well-prepared.”
In the next second, my back was against the cool tiles, and his cock was between my legs.
He thrust inside me.
Then I couldn’t think of anything but the deluge of hot pleasure, and screaming his name again.
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COLT
Flipping burger patties on the grill on the deck, I looked back into the living room through the open sliding doors.
There was music blaring. Some pop song that made my ears bleed. My gaze locked on Daisy and Macy.
My daughter held Macy’s hands, and the two of them were dancing around like they were possessed. I saw Daisy say something, then wrap her arms around Macy’s waist. My woman hugged my little girl back.
