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his skin, tightened his balls, throbbed in his cock.
    “Hold on tighter, honey,” he said roughly. “And put your legs around my waist.”
    “I…can’t.”
    “Yes, you can.” He slid his hands beneath her ass, one hand lifting a thigh, hauling her easily up against him. Then he took her there, against the wall, in the shower, pushing into her while mango- and citrus-scented steam rolled around them and water rained down on his back.
    Knees bent, he thrust into her hard, again and again, supporting her with his hands, kissing her hard. She held onto him for dear life, giving little cries of enjoyment. He adjusted the angle, drove into her, and she came again, shuddering in his arms. He recalled just in time that he had no condom on and pulled out. With one hand, he held her up, appreciating in the far back of his mind how small she was. Pleasure slammed through his as he finished himself off with his other hand, semen spurting hotly over his hand and onto Ainslie’s wet belly, and he groaned.
    Her head was against the wall, eyes closed. She held on to him, and he leaned forward and put his own forehead against the wall above her, holding her pinned there as they both gasped for air. His heart pounded.
    “Jesus,” she panted, “you weren’t kidding.”
    “Mmm?”
    “You said it would be nice. That was a bit of an understatement.”
    He grinned, eyes still closed, then kissed the top of her wet head. “Can you stand up if I let you down?”
    “I’m not sure.” He lowered her slowly and she let her legs slide down until her feet touched the floor. “Thank God for that non-slip mat.”
    He laughed.
    “You washed me, but I didn’t get to wash you.” And she proceeded to shampoo his hair and wash his entire body. Warm heat cascaded over his body at her sliding touch, and his dick jumped when she slicked over the head, so sensitive from his orgasm.
    The shower was starting to run cool when they finished, and they wrapped each other in towels and went into the bedroom.
    He eyed the unmade bed, the duvet tossed in a heap, and then looked at Ainslie. Despite the fact he’d come just moments ago, he found the idea of taking her back to bed incredibly tempting.
    “No way.” She grinned at him. He smiled back. She was so appealing standing there with a towel wrapped around her, all bare, clean and wet.
    “Later,” he agreed reluctantly. He found his clothes, some of which were still in the living room, while she dressed.
    “You’ll have to direct me to this Farmers Market.” He watched her with interest as she brushed her long hair.
    “It’s just outside town. Keep going on Ocean Boulevard past the Botanical Gardens.”
    He lowered the top on the Lamborghini so they could enjoy the bright azure day, the clear sky above them, the soft wind on their faces as he drove.
    “Tell me about the games you design,” she asked him.
    He shrugged and smiled. “You don’t even have a player. No Xbox, PlayStation…no FunPack.” He glanced sideways at her.
    “I wouldn’t even know what those are,” she admitted.
    “You’ve never even tried one?” He was incredulous.
    She shook her head. “Sorry. I’m kind of against video games, actually. I think they have a bad influence on kids.”
    “What! I can’t believe you said that!”
    She turned in her seat to face him. “There’s a lot of literature supporting that viewpoint.”
    His lips twitched. “I’ve read all the studies. The results are variable, inconsistent, and ambiguous. I don’t see how you can draw any real conclusions from what’s been done.”
    “But some of the studies do seem to make a link between violent video games and violent behavior.”
    “The studies don’t always distinguish aggressive behavior from aggressive play. There’s a difference. Confusing aggressive play with aggressive behavior can lead to faulty conclusions. Kids have always played aggressively with no intent to injure anyone.”
    “Uh…okay, yeah.”
    “And not