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“Right now? Amazing. Don’t stop. Oh, right there.”

“Are youtryingto torture me?”

She smirks. “Maybe.”

“Brat.”

The foot I’m not massaging slips up my thigh. I think the movement is unintentional until her toes brush purposefully along my stiff cock.

Her smile widens. “I hope that’s not left over from breakfast.”

“A bratanda menace.” I release a slow breath, my hand tightening reflexively on her foot. “How sore are you?”

Even in the low light, I see her breath quicken and her already flushed skin turn a darker red. Her eyes open, the gray one so dilated it’s almost as dark as the other.

“Turns out I’m not nearly as sore as I thought.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

wilder

Iforget how to speak for a few seconds. When my voice returns, it’s sandpaper.

“You touched yourself? Put fingers inside that pretty pussy?”

Evangeline bites her lip and nods. I reach over and flip the drain, then toss her feet off my lap and stand.

She laughs. “We need to wash the salt off first.”

I’m already halfway out of the tub. “Way ahead of you.”

I crank on the dial in the walk-in shower. Water cascades from the oversized showerhead, steam billowing almost instantly. I say a silent thank you to my dad for convincing me to install a gas water heater with a standing pilot light.

When I turn to help Evangeline out of the tub, she’salready walking toward me. Glistening like Venus from the sea, loose tendrils of hair curling around her determined face, she steps into the shower and points.

“Rinse, please.”

I don’t bother pretending ignorance—or hesitance. Ducking beneath the water, I rinse as quickly as possible. When I’m done, Evangeline nods at the tiled bench beneath a high window, close enough to be within reach of the steam and mist.

“Sit.”

I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even make a quip about her bossiness. Nor do I feel the cold tile as it meets my ass. I do, however, have enough functioning brain cells to say, “Please get a towel for your knees.”

Her eyes narrow like she’s considering arguing for the sake of it, but then she looks down at the tile and sees the wisdom in my statement. After a quick detour to the towel rack, she drops the twice-folded material between my spread feet. Delicate hands grip my knees, and then she’s lowering to hers.

My breathing turns harsh as her eyes meet mine, then meander down my tense body. Chest. Arms. Abs and thighs. When they land and narrow on my cock, she licks her lips. It’s too fucking much. I hiss and grab myself to keep from erupting.

Evangeline’s head tilts, a tiny, devious smile on her face. “But I haven’t even touched it.”

As soon as I’m under control, I croon, “You’re so beautiful on your knees for me. I can’t wait to see my cum dripping off those lips.”

Her composure cracks, then shatters. She pulls my hand away and replaces it with both of hers, then bends forward and licks my tip like a lollipop, humming at the taste of me.

Every nerve ending in my body singing, I hang on to the bench and let her explore. Her tongue swirls all over my shaft and piercing before she takes me slowly into her mouth. Shallow the first time, then a little deeper. When she draws back completely, a thin ribbon of saliva follows. Her tongue flicks out, capturing it, and I make the world’s most pathetic sound.

She pauses, her eyes jerking up to mine. The haze of lust in them falters, hesitance and self-consciousness taking its place.

Oh, fuck no.

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