Page 91 of The Heiress's First Date

I sigh, thinking back. “I must have been eleven or twelve at the time.”

There’s a long pause as she gets back to the task at hand. Then, “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

I hear the unspoken truth she’s trying to convey without saying the words aloud.‘You didn’t kill your sister.’

“Logically, I know that.”

“I get it. Your emotions are a different story.”

I grunt, wishing the emotions would leave me alone altogether. But if that was the case, I wouldn’t have felt the absolute delight in hearing Katherine and LaShonda laughing, see the pure joy on their faces, and feel lighter and brighter because of it.

And no matter how badly it hurt to lose Courtney, I can’t and would never wish away the solace Katherine has brought to my life.

“You’re a balm I didn’t even know I needed.”

She hugs me from behind again. “I feel the same way about you.”

“My turn,” I say, ready to get my hands on her and stop talking.

“Mmm... I’m not done yet.”

She steps back, hands on my hips, gently tugging me beneath the shower head to rinse off. The air is warm and humid and smells of something crisp and spicy with rich undernotes. She drops into a crouch, washing my legs. A laugh bursts from my lips as she reaches the backs of my knees.

The vixen smirks up at me, and my cock flares to life. She’s just too pretty, kneeling as she is in such a submissive stance. Her brow lifts as she’s confronted with the undeniable evidence of what she does to me.

“Someone’s eager for his turn,” she murmurs.

“He’s always eager for you, Beauty.”

Her hands circle my left calve, stroking up and down in a way that shouldn’t be sensual. It’s innocent, tender. But my dick wants her attention, greedy bastard.

“But this was supposed to be about warming you up,” I remind us. Maybe if I say it out loud a few times, it’ll do the trick. But I doubt it.

“Oh, I’m plenty warm.”

I groan at the purr in her voice. “Katherine.”

She moves to my right leg. Still running slick hands over my skin, completely ignoring the erection bobbing in her face. “Yes?”

“We’re not doing it.”

“It?”

“Anything. We don’t have to fuck every time we’re together,” I say, trying to be respectful even as I grind out the crass words.

Her laugh is husky as she meets my gaze.

“First of all, my frenemy’s in town. But it’s not like I’m in a coma, handsome.”

Frackin' hell.

This time, she drizzles the shower gel all over my cock, the pearlescent liquid looking so much like cum. I grit my teeth and brace a hand against the wall, but that doesn’t prepare me for her touch.

The way she circles my cock with those slender fingers, shuttling down and up again. Over and over as I groan.

“Second, my hands still work.”

“Fuck. Me.”

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