Page 65 of My Hotshot

She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, and her voice was a whisper against the sound of water. “Yeah? How bad?”

I didn’t answer.

I simply grabbed her hand, moved it to the side, and backed her against the tiled wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist as naturally as breathing, and her arms went around myneck as I pressed closer. My cock easily slid into her pussy, and once again it felt like coming home.

Her forehead touched mine, and her breath was shaky.

“Duane…” she whispered.

The sound of my name on her lips lit something in me—something raw and aching.

“I love it when you say my name,” I murmured.

“Duane.”

Her voice trembled, and her nails dug gently into my shoulders.

“You need to get there, babe,” I said between kisses. “Because I’m not gonna last.”

She reached down between us, touching herself, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head.

“Jesus, Lainey…”

Her movements quickened, her breath ragged, her lips parted.

I held her tighter, her legs locked around me, her body moving with mine.

Every sound she made spurred me on—the little moans, the whimpers, the way she kept whispering my name like it was the only word she remembered.

“Duane—” she gasped, her rhythm speeding up. “I’m close—”

“Come for me, babe.”

And she did. I followed right behind her.

I held her through it, kissing her jaw. Along her temple and to her lips, until her body stilled and all that was left was the sound of the water and our ragged breaths.

We stayed like that, forehead to forehead, just breathing.

I brushed wet hair out of her face and kissed her gently. Slower this time.

“That’s one way to start the morning,” I murmured against her mouth.

She pressed her lips to my neck and smiled against my skin. “I do like a routine.”

“Babe,” I said with a smirk, “youhave no ideahow on board I am with that plan. Shower sex every morning? Sign me up.”

She laughed, warm and full.

We finished the shower slower, lathering each other up, and rinsed away the suds. She handed me a towel with a smile, and we stepped out, dripping, content, and a little breathless.

Whatever today held, it started withher.

And that already made it a damn good day.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lainey

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