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“I beg to differ on your hostessing skills. You made me feel plenty welcome. So much so—”
The same song from earlier blared from the floor. Micah exhaled an annoyed huff and grabbed the phone. He looked at the screen and shook his head. “Steve couldn’t even wait two minutes… It’s gonna be one of those days.” He dropped the phone back to the floor without answering, his whole body going tense. “Do you mind if I use your shower? The ones on set think hot is only a suggestion.”
“Course. Let me get the water running for you though. The knob’s fussy and if it’s not in just the right place, you’ll end up iced or burned.”
For half a second she thought about pulling on a T-shirt before tromping to the bathroom. Really, what was she trying to hide? After all the ways Micah had made her body sing last night, it wasn’t like he didn’t know exactly what she looked like naked. From every angle, inside and out.
Still, the more modest side of her wished she’d grabbed a sheet, a towel, a robe, a pillow, the entire darn mattress—anything to make her feel a little less au naturel as she walked ahead of Micah to the bathroom and proceeded to bend over to futz with the shower faucet. Good Lord, she was putting the ass in bare-ass naked.
The water seemed to take an inordinately long amount of time to cooperate. As soon as the temperature was right, she stood and turned around. “Okay, you’re good—”
Micah’s body was hotter than the water, and she knew the exact temperature of both since he’d seamed himself to her, lips to toes, and lifted her into the shower with him.
“Well, good morning to you too…” she said when he pulled his breath-stealing lips away.
“It is now.” His hands were doing all sorts of nice things to her body, sliding down her back, curving over her ass, dipping low and in between her legs, teasing the pleasantly aching flesh there.
“I thought…” she let out a low, shaky gasp when those naughty fingers pressed deep inside her pussy, “…you had to leave for work?”
“Mmmm, I do.” He latched onto her breast, his tongue wreaking delicious havoc. She threaded her fingers through his wet hair as soft growls rumbled from his throat. After one last deep draw on her nipple, he pulled away and stared up at her through water-specked eyelashes, looking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, intent and sexy. “I’ll be late.”
She didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble, and by the earlier phone calls, it didn’t sound like work was all that forgiving. But tearing herself from Micah had proven impossible so far. Blindly, she fumbled behind her for the shampoo and handed it to him, then backed away to give him room to wash up.
Her shower wasn’t very big. She could easily reach out and touch the flexing muscles as he ran soapy hands over his head and chest. She could help him get clean, right? Scrub him there, then a little lower…
Yeah, like that wouldn’t lead to him being even later to work. So no interference, just ogling. Besides, pushing aside the shower curtain and climbing out wasn’t doable. Her legs refused to cooperate. Not when she could watch the water slicking over his flesh, his hair darkening beneath the spray—and not just the hair on his head. His nicely erect cock stretched from dark wet curls toward the gold whorls dusting his lower abdomen.
“If you had any idea the fantasy going through my mind right now…” Micah’s husky murmur got Jenna’s mind—and body—revving to make his fantasy come true. Not that she knew exactly what he was thinking, but she could hazard a pretty strong guess.
And she wanted it too.
“How much time do you have?” she whispered.
“Enough.”
She sank to her knees in front of Micah, his body shielding her from the majority of the shower spray, and took his cock in her mouth.
There was something rather gratifying in hearing the loud hiss of breath he sucked in, followed by the repeated murmur
The same song from earlier blared from the floor. Micah exhaled an annoyed huff and grabbed the phone. He looked at the screen and shook his head. “Steve couldn’t even wait two minutes… It’s gonna be one of those days.” He dropped the phone back to the floor without answering, his whole body going tense. “Do you mind if I use your shower? The ones on set think hot is only a suggestion.”
“Course. Let me get the water running for you though. The knob’s fussy and if it’s not in just the right place, you’ll end up iced or burned.”
For half a second she thought about pulling on a T-shirt before tromping to the bathroom. Really, what was she trying to hide? After all the ways Micah had made her body sing last night, it wasn’t like he didn’t know exactly what she looked like naked. From every angle, inside and out.
Still, the more modest side of her wished she’d grabbed a sheet, a towel, a robe, a pillow, the entire darn mattress—anything to make her feel a little less au naturel as she walked ahead of Micah to the bathroom and proceeded to bend over to futz with the shower faucet. Good Lord, she was putting the ass in bare-ass naked.
The water seemed to take an inordinately long amount of time to cooperate. As soon as the temperature was right, she stood and turned around. “Okay, you’re good—”
Micah’s body was hotter than the water, and she knew the exact temperature of both since he’d seamed himself to her, lips to toes, and lifted her into the shower with him.
“Well, good morning to you too…” she said when he pulled his breath-stealing lips away.
“It is now.” His hands were doing all sorts of nice things to her body, sliding down her back, curving over her ass, dipping low and in between her legs, teasing the pleasantly aching flesh there.
“I thought…” she let out a low, shaky gasp when those naughty fingers pressed deep inside her pussy, “…you had to leave for work?”
“Mmmm, I do.” He latched onto her breast, his tongue wreaking delicious havoc. She threaded her fingers through his wet hair as soft growls rumbled from his throat. After one last deep draw on her nipple, he pulled away and stared up at her through water-specked eyelashes, looking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, intent and sexy. “I’ll be late.”
She didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble, and by the earlier phone calls, it didn’t sound like work was all that forgiving. But tearing herself from Micah had proven impossible so far. Blindly, she fumbled behind her for the shampoo and handed it to him, then backed away to give him room to wash up.
Her shower wasn’t very big. She could easily reach out and touch the flexing muscles as he ran soapy hands over his head and chest. She could help him get clean, right? Scrub him there, then a little lower…
Yeah, like that wouldn’t lead to him being even later to work. So no interference, just ogling. Besides, pushing aside the shower curtain and climbing out wasn’t doable. Her legs refused to cooperate. Not when she could watch the water slicking over his flesh, his hair darkening beneath the spray—and not just the hair on his head. His nicely erect cock stretched from dark wet curls toward the gold whorls dusting his lower abdomen.
“If you had any idea the fantasy going through my mind right now…” Micah’s husky murmur got Jenna’s mind—and body—revving to make his fantasy come true. Not that she knew exactly what he was thinking, but she could hazard a pretty strong guess.
And she wanted it too.
“How much time do you have?” she whispered.
“Enough.”
She sank to her knees in front of Micah, his body shielding her from the majority of the shower spray, and took his cock in her mouth.
There was something rather gratifying in hearing the loud hiss of breath he sucked in, followed by the repeated murmur
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