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This was far from our first time fucking. Most women didn’t fuck the same dude unless they gave good cock. Or were good at eating her out.

Bathtub sex, however, was a first. I hadn’t been with that many women over the years, none of whom I formed a long-term relationship with, and I definitely never stayed in a fancy hotel room with any of them.

Caroline, though?

I wanted to keep her around.

We stepped out of our dropped clothes, and suddenly it felt like a standoff. Who was going to rush forward and kiss the other hard enough to clash teeth first?

“If we’re taking turns,” I said in a purr, startling Caroline out of her dirty thoughts, “it’s yours to make the next move.”

“Oh, fucking kiss me already,” she snapped without rancor, then surged forward.

Our mouths met with force, and immediately, it was nothing but tongue. My hands cupped her ass, lifting her off the cool tile. Her legs hooked around my waist, and her fingers slid into my hair. I groaned when she scraped her nails across my scalp.

“Put me in the damn tub,” Caroline gasped between kisses.

“Who said you could boss me around, hmm?” I growled.

To torture me, she tried to pull free—but I held fast, catching her lip between my teeth and tugging. I opened my eyes to see hers narrowed, glaring. I grinned like an entitled bastard. She yanked my hair hard enough to hurt.

“All right, spitfire,” I rumbled. “Enough of that shit.”

Caroline yelped when I plunked her in the tub. Water splashed over the edges, and bubble clouds flew up. I turned off the faucet before it flooded.

Vexed, she tried to splash me, but I dodged, laughing at the attempt. “Move over, baby girl.”

She shifted to the end of the tub while I got in on the other side. I hissed at the temperature. “Woman! Are you trying to kill my boner?! This is lava!”

Caroline inhaled the steam deeply, then leaned against the back of the tub, eyes fluttering. “It’s perfection.”

“Caroline.”

She rolled her eyes and popped the drain. “Fuck. Fine. You’re killing the mood.”

“Am not. Tell me, why are you trying to give me third-degree burns?”

“I’m not, Nathaniel. You just have sensitive baby skin.” Caroline smirked devilishly, leaning forward purposefully to show off her tits. “Should I ask the front desk for baby wipes?”

I fumbled to turn on the cold water. “Hide those. Now.”

Caroline wrapped her arms around herself, pushing her breasts up. “Mm. No.”

I dunked my hand in the water. It was still too warm, but better, and my patience was very thin. I wrenched the faucet off and got in. I forgot about the temperature and propped myself on the other end, spreading my legs and arms.

“Get over here, woman,” I ordered.

Caroline glided through the bubbles to rest her back against my chest. I tucked her against me like she was meant to be there, wrapping my arms around her torso. She went pliant as her head lolled to the side to let me kiss her throat.

When I nipped at her earlobe, her fingers reached back to grip my thigh, nails grazing. Her ass shifted against my crotch.

I groaned, voice rough in her ear. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” she asked innocently, grinding herself harder.

My hands went to her tits, slick and heavy, then teased her nipples with my thumbs.

She arched with a moan, tipping her head back.

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