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out. Chase was in the doorway, his hair damp, freshly shaven. He was in shorts and a T-shirt, his lean body perfect. Need flooded her again as she thought of what he’d done to her last night, how his tongue had caressed her clit, that perfect face buried between her thighs. She yanked the shower curtain shut, hoping he didn’t notice the hitch in her breathing.
“What have you been up to?” Kate asked as she grabbed his shampoo and lathered her hair. “What does the Lord of the Spies do on a Saturday morning?”
“Lord of the Spies? Jake will love that,” he said with a laugh. “I ran my prerequisite five miles, peeked in on you, had a shower, then coffee, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so here I am, to wish you happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday yourself,” she said, peeking back out at him, feeling quite shy. “It’s eight. What time did you get up?”
“Oh-six-hundred. I don’t sleep much. But I feel great this morning. Very relaxed.”
“You should.” She finished with her hair and peeked out at him again.
He was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, incredibly sexy, not the least bit scary. Or boss-like. He was just a very handsome man chatting with her as she showered. One who had used those firm lips to do very naughty things…those long fingers…and she’d grabbed his hair as he…
She slammed her eyes shut but the visions of his lovemaking continued until she couldn’t stand the throbbing in her pussy any longer. Fuck it. He’d think her a whore, but so what. It was a weekend, and he’d been ordered to screw her. She was getting the whole birthday experience.
“Want to join me?” Then she bit her lip, unsure if she was too forward.
“Hell, yes.” He shucked his clothes and was naked in a second, his cock bouncing to attention.
He joined her, sliding under the water, his hands pulling her hips to his.
“Thank God, you’re horny, too,” she said against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest, loving the way his wet skin slid against hers, his chest hair offering the perfect amount of friction against her tender nipples.
“Men are always horny. It’s easy to seduce us.” He kissed her, his hand sliding downward, stroking her breast, her stomach, and then dipping between her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, and not from the shower.”
“I was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”
“Not Jake?” He thrust a finger inside, then two, catching her G-spot with the pads of his fingers. She arched against his hand.
“Never Jake.” She ran her hand down his firm chest, pausing over a small scar. The rippling abs were dinged with a few more old scars, and she kissed each one. Finally, she eased her fingers around his cock. Yep, just as big as he had felt in his jeans the night before, but thankfully, her pussy seemed to be thrilled with every inch of him. The skin was silky soft, the head thick, the slit oozing hot dampness against her palm. “You’re wet, for me.”
“Yep.” He nuzzled her ear.
She cupped his balls, loving the feel of his sac in her hand. Then she ran her fingers back up and gripped him firmly at the base. “What do you like?”
His hand covered hers, and he showed her just how to stroke him. The feel of him in her hand, the head nudging her belly as she pumped her palm up and down his silky flesh was sinful. Powerful. She could make him arch if she squeezed him just right, and he groaned when she let go of his cock.
“Don’t stop.”
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“No?” He looked afraid, and she decided to test the waters. “We’ll see.”
She looked back, sat on the little bench at the end of the shower, and reached for his hips. She tugged, and he stepped forward. She ran a hand along his inner thigh, remembering how she enjoyed it when he had done the same to her. She traced a scar at his knee—probably
“What have you been up to?” Kate asked as she grabbed his shampoo and lathered her hair. “What does the Lord of the Spies do on a Saturday morning?”
“Lord of the Spies? Jake will love that,” he said with a laugh. “I ran my prerequisite five miles, peeked in on you, had a shower, then coffee, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so here I am, to wish you happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday yourself,” she said, peeking back out at him, feeling quite shy. “It’s eight. What time did you get up?”
“Oh-six-hundred. I don’t sleep much. But I feel great this morning. Very relaxed.”
“You should.” She finished with her hair and peeked out at him again.
He was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, incredibly sexy, not the least bit scary. Or boss-like. He was just a very handsome man chatting with her as she showered. One who had used those firm lips to do very naughty things…those long fingers…and she’d grabbed his hair as he…
She slammed her eyes shut but the visions of his lovemaking continued until she couldn’t stand the throbbing in her pussy any longer. Fuck it. He’d think her a whore, but so what. It was a weekend, and he’d been ordered to screw her. She was getting the whole birthday experience.
“Want to join me?” Then she bit her lip, unsure if she was too forward.
“Hell, yes.” He shucked his clothes and was naked in a second, his cock bouncing to attention.
He joined her, sliding under the water, his hands pulling her hips to his.
“Thank God, you’re horny, too,” she said against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest, loving the way his wet skin slid against hers, his chest hair offering the perfect amount of friction against her tender nipples.
“Men are always horny. It’s easy to seduce us.” He kissed her, his hand sliding downward, stroking her breast, her stomach, and then dipping between her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, and not from the shower.”
“I was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”
“Not Jake?” He thrust a finger inside, then two, catching her G-spot with the pads of his fingers. She arched against his hand.
“Never Jake.” She ran her hand down his firm chest, pausing over a small scar. The rippling abs were dinged with a few more old scars, and she kissed each one. Finally, she eased her fingers around his cock. Yep, just as big as he had felt in his jeans the night before, but thankfully, her pussy seemed to be thrilled with every inch of him. The skin was silky soft, the head thick, the slit oozing hot dampness against her palm. “You’re wet, for me.”
“Yep.” He nuzzled her ear.
She cupped his balls, loving the feel of his sac in her hand. Then she ran her fingers back up and gripped him firmly at the base. “What do you like?”
His hand covered hers, and he showed her just how to stroke him. The feel of him in her hand, the head nudging her belly as she pumped her palm up and down his silky flesh was sinful. Powerful. She could make him arch if she squeezed him just right, and he groaned when she let go of his cock.
“Don’t stop.”
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“No?” He looked afraid, and she decided to test the waters. “We’ll see.”
She looked back, sat on the little bench at the end of the shower, and reached for his hips. She tugged, and he stepped forward. She ran a hand along his inner thigh, remembering how she enjoyed it when he had done the same to her. She traced a scar at his knee—probably
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