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Spencer

I’m trying to guess Nathan’s next move, but I can’t fathom why in the world he threw one of his nice goose-down pillows in the corner of the shower. Double doors wide open, we’re both standing in the center of his enormous walk-in shower.

He led me through his bedroom, into his impressive master bathroom, which is senselessly large. The crown jewel of the bathroom is this space, enclosed by frameless, crystal clear glass. The recessed lighting, dimmed above my head, glows against the thin streaks of gold accents in the floor-to-ceiling tile.

I assumed he wanted us to get naked and have sex underneath the rainfall showerhead. I don’t like how my hair looks when it’s soaked, but then again, I don’t like being paraded around naked, either. I’m having a hard time understanding why Nathan looks at me like I’m his prized possession, so wanton and alluring. But I already pushed him away once because of my insecurities, and it was followed by a miserable week of regret. I won’t do that again, so I’m plunging into the deep end, letting him take whatever he needs.

“Take your top off and sit down.” He points to the pillow he positioned.

I do as he says, tossing my shirt through the doors so it doesn’t get wet. Fighting the overwhelming urge to cover my body, I step backward toward the pillow, but Nathan grabs me by the hand and yanks me close. Hunching over, he buries his face in my breasts, sliding his tongue between my cleavage. One at a time, he swirls his tongue around each of my nipples, before releasing me.

“Fuck, baby. You really think you can handle me?”

Hand around the small of my back, he draws me closer, his thick bulge pressing against my belly. I wedge my hand between our bodies. Mapping out his length, I stroke him through his pants, base to tip. “You’re big,” I admit. “But I can handle it.”

“Prove it,” he grumbles against my ear. “If you want my cock buried deep inside you, show me you can handle it.” I paw at his belt buckle but he steps back before I can loosen it. “Not yet. It’s going to be so good, Spencer, I promise you. But you need to earn it first.”

“Earn it? How?”

He points again to the pillow, and I roll my eyes. “Make up your mind. That’s where I was headed before you mauled me. You’re getting in your own way here.”

I spin around and Nathan jerks me backward, my back to his belly. He cups my tits and growls into my ear, “I can’t wait to fuck this smart mouth of yours.”

Smack!He sends me off to the corner with a firm swat to my ass. I’m tempted to linger because I want another.Why does that turn me on so much?The impact makes me out-of-control hungry for him. It feels so damn good to behandled.

I sit down on the pillow, my self-consciousness causing me to cross my legs.

He scowls, points at me with two fingers, then splits them open in a V—a wordless command for me to spread my legs. It’sclear sex with Nathan is never going to be lights-off missionary, under the covers. This man is going to be my awakening.

I hike up my knees, opening my legs. His eyes are glued between my thighs as he licks his lips. I want his tongue more than anything. I want to be greedy for once and hold his face between my legs until I’m thoroughly sated, but Nathan doesn’t join me. Instead, he grabs the detachable shower wand.

There’s a loud hiss as he turns on the water, then quickly toggles the showerhead through different settings. He flicks past mist, rain, percussion massage, and lands on what has to be turbo power wash.

After checking the temperature, he flicks his wrist, sending a splash of water in my direction. My face pinches as the warm water hits my body. “What’re you doing? How come you’re still dressed?”

He lifts one shoulder and drops it. “Do you want me undressed?”

“Seems unfair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“I’ll compromise.” He unbuttons his shirt and discards it near my top, but leaves his pants on. His muscular bare chest and his deeply defined abs, are enough eye candy to distract me for about ten seconds. But then I want to see more.

“Now take off your pants,” I demand.

He sprays me with the water again, snapping his wrist so the burst of water arcs and rains over me. “Watch your tone. This isn’t your show. It’s mine.”

“I’m sorry?—”

“No. I don’t want you to apologize to me. Just be my good girl and do what you’re told.”

I don’t know what game this is, but I love it. He’s so deliciously gruff and bossy. I can’t get enough. “What do you want me to do?”

“First, tell me the truth. Did you come earlier by the pool?”

“Yes—”

With his perfect aim, the forceful stream of water lands right on my clit. “Ah,” I wail at the intense, unexpected stimulation. My knees clamp shut and he lowers the wand again.

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