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“Oh, come on! You can’t do that!” Carlin laughs.

“You know I love dogs.” Lilly grabs her jacket. “But yeah, that’s just stupid. See you later, Carlin.”

“Have fun.”

Out on the street I say, “Are you sure dogs can’t drive?”

She giggles. “What kind of dog was it?”

I laugh too. “I don’t know.”

“Some breeds are smarter than others.”

“But come on, they can’t reach the pedals with their paws.”

“True. The vehicle would have to be modified.”

We bump each other’s shoulders in acknowledgment of the ridiculousness of this conversation. I feel light and cheery. Unusual for me.

Once we’re at my place, I first fill Otis’s food bowl and give him fresh water. “I’m gonna have a quick shower,” I tell Lilly. I lift an eyebrow. “Want to join me?”

She purses her lips. “If I do, we’ll have to order in brunch.”

I perk up, not really expecting her to take me up on that. “DoorDash works great.”

A smile pulls her lips into a sexy curve. “Well, okay, then.” She saunters toward me.

Chapter 13

Lilly

I stand in front of Easton and he slides a finger beneath the narrow twin straps of my bralette. “This is sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you.” I look down and then up again, heat pooling low inside me.

“I want to see more of it.” He holds the hem of my sweater and slowly raises it. I lift my arms and he pulls it up and over my head, revealing the black lace bralette. His eyes darken as he studies my cleavage. “Nice.” He drapes the sweater over his shoulder and sets his hands on my waist. The contact makes me shiver.

“Come on.” He turns and leads me down the hall to his bedroom. Jesus. I’ve peeked in there, I’ll admit it, but I’ve never been inside. I look around as he leads me across the room. His bed is huge, a California king I guess, taking up a lot of space in the room. A pair of jeans and T-shirt lie on the slate gray duvet covering the bed. The walls are also gray, the trim white, a gray-and-white patterned rug atop the hardwood floor.

We step into the master bathroom—more gray and black. The shower is huge, with white and gray marble tile walls and all glass on the front. Easton opens the door to reach in to turn on the water. He sets my sweater on the counter and turns to face me as he unbuttons his shirt. I undo the button of my jeans and lower the zipper, then work them down over my hips. He watches me shimmy my hips with a hot expression. In seconds, we’re both naked and steam is rising in the shower enclosure.

He sets his hands on my hips and guides me inside the shower ahead of him.

“This is nice.” I gesture at the two shower heads, the rain one above us and the handheld one mounted on the wall.

“I love my shower.” He closes the door and moves up behind me. I feel his body heat radiating off him, and when his skin brushes mine, I tingle everywhere. “It even has a sex seat.” He waves at the small tiled bench at one end.

“I think I’d use it for shaving my legs.”

“I haven’t tried that.”

I laugh softly, tipping my head back against his shoulder. He nudges me under the warm spray of water and reaches for a bottle of bodywash in a tiled niche. With his hands soaped up, he glides them over my body. “Christ, that feels good.” He tests the weight of my breasts, then slides his hands over them. “Soapy tits are the fucking best.” He squeezes one and slips his other hand down between my legs. Sensation ricochets through my body at his touch.

I lay my hands flat on the tile wall while he plays with and nuzzles my wet hair and ear, kisses my shoulder and back. My thighs are shaking, and a melting sweetness pools low inside me.

His hand glides up from my breast to my throat, cupping it so gently and tilting my head way back so he can find my mouth with his and kiss me. I open to him immediately, letting his tongue enter my mouth and lick mine, a low moan rising in my chest. With his big, hard body pressed to my back, I nearly swoon.

We wash each other, teasing and tormenting ourselves with lingering touches in intimate places, watching each other’s faces in the haze of steam until I’m vibrating and aching with need.

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