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A low moan of my name, to be completely, shiver-inducingly precise.

I don’t remember actively making the decision to move, but I do. I must. Because the next thing I know, I’m standing in a steamy doorway, toes curling at the sight that greets me.

The.Fucking. Sight.

Coherent sentences escape me. Short, simple words are all my poor, overwhelmed brain can handle.

Like… Finn.

Naked.

Wet.

Hard.

Very, very hard.

And that hardness, every last,longinch, he’s got a hand around it. A tight grip that moves in quick, firm tugs.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Finn looks up sharply. He jolts in surprise. His breath catches. His strokes slow.

But they don’t stop.

Lazy.

With his free hand braced against the tiled shower wall, he peers at me over a taut bicep. “What’re you doing, baby?”

Having a visual orgasm.

Yearning for a real one.

Taking another step into the bathroom so I can close the door behind me.

Praying.

“Heard my name.” I finger the button on my Levis, slowly teasing it free. “Figured I was invited.”

Finn’s movements stutter.

Dragging my zipper down, I loop my fingers around my waistband, starting to tug that down too before pausing. Cocking my head. Asking, “Am I?”

He’s going to reject me, I’m half-sure. That’s why I don’t just strip off and dive in there. He strikes me as a man who takes sex seriously, who likes to wait, who wants the moment to be right or whatever. Candles, rose petals, the whole obnoxious lot, that’s what I bet he has in mind, and there’s none of that here.

But…

But.

I see him think it, that one glorious little word. My gaze drops to his cock and his grip tightens, hips giving an instinctive half-thrust. I quite literally watch his resolve crumble, and I don’t completely succeed at restraining a triumphant holler as it hits the shower floor and washes down the drain.

Finn turns to face me. Honestly, I didn’t think the view could get better, but there he is. Full-frontal. Water droplets tracking down a defined torso, tracing obliques and deltoids and other muscles I don’t know the name of, but get the sudden urge tobite. Still jerking off a fucking forearm-sized cock—I’m not entirely sure I’m exaggerating even a little bit about that. Not quite smiling, but notnotsmiling either as he roughly demands, “Get your ass in here, princess.”

In approximately no seconds, I’m naked and fucking tearing across the bathroom, throwing myself in the shower, at the man already in there.

We groan in unison when our lips meet, when our bodies crash together, and I’m airborne before I even register the hands on my ass. They knead greedily as my back hits the tiles, a thick, hard cock pressing against my stomach.

I kiss him like I’m mad at him, and I am a little. Hidingthatfrom me for months?

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