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groove.
    “Stop, babe,” she pleaded with a laugh. “I need to shower.”
    “I’ll go with you.”
    “No.” She wedged both her hands between them and pushed against his chest, forcing him away so she could look at him. “I’ve got a better idea.”
    He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Better than showering together?”
    “Yes.” She smiled a wicked smile and matched his raised eyebrows. Then she looked toward the bathroom and back to him. “But you have to do as I say.”
    He smiled at her, loosened his grip, and then submitted to the sexy fantasies that filled his lustful mind. “All right.”
    She slinked out of his arms and untangled her legs from his. She sat up next to him. “You stay here.”
    “Yes ma’am.” He sat up against the headboard, adjusted the covers, and laced his fingers behind his head. When Jaden failed to move from the edge of the bed—momentary jitters?—he cleared his throat expectantly.
    She stifled a laugh and turned away from him, gathering the sheet around her and taking it with her as she went. She walked to the bathroom, the damn sheet hiding her full glory. She was covered up, but he was lying naked on a stripped bed, fully exposed and hard as hell. His dick grew harder by the second in anticipation of what was to come.
    As she disappeared behind the door, the sound of water streaming onto a hard marble floor filled the air. A moment later the door flew back open, and the shower’s light blinked on. Then, in his mind, two and two became four. This was way better than what he’d had in mind. All he needed was popcorn.
    A beautiful bare leg came into view from behind the door, and he marveled at its perfection. The leg was followed by a bare hip, beautiful pelvis, and toned stomach. And then—with one slow but intentional step—every glorious, naked inch of her was revealed. He’d admired her body before, of course, but never every curve of her naked skin in such a voyeuristic way.
    As she stepped into the glass-walled shower, things got a whole lot hotter. He shifted on the bed and groaned. He couldn’t take his eyes off this peep show. He watched as she dropped her head back under the flowing water. He watched as she ran her fingers through her slick black hair. The water formed rivulets that ran down her face, slinked past her tits, and skated over her sculptured abdomen and smooth pussy. He was desperate to be with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away, let alone move, except for the hand that now reached for his dick.
    A thin vapor of steam wisped out of the bathroom, and drops of water pattered against the glass as Jaden hummed the first song they’d ever danced to: “The Way You Look Tonight.” Something about the way she moved, the way her hands roamed her body as she touched herself, was so…uninhibited. She caressed her breasts, working the soap into a lather. Thousands of tiny bubbles adorned her taut, wet nipples. He longed to suck them, to take her into his mouth and taste the salt of her skin. His cock was so hard in his hand that it had its own goddamn heartbeat.
    He watched in astonishment as she again tilted her head back into the flow of water. Ribbons of bubbles ran down the length of her body and into the drain below. She lowered her head and opened her eyes, casting him a sidelong glance, but she carried on as if no one was watching. Her hand dipped between her legs and he watched, his eyes fixated on the juncture between her thighs, as she massaged. She arched her back against the wall and her body quivered as she began to peak. He stroked himself in time to her rhythmic movements, each pass of his hand sending jolts of ecstasy along the length of his spine and curling his toes.
    He felt awkward, embarrassed, and invigorated all at once as he continued to enjoy both the show and himself, and Jaden continued to do the same. It was as if there were no walls between them anymore.
    When she screamed out her climax and collapsed against