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Groans.
With one arm around my waist and the other near my shoulders, it’s a push, pull. Hard. Fast. Wet.
I can barely stand it.
I bite my bottom lip when he demands that I come for him, his voice thick with need.
“I’m so fucking close.” He groans into my neck. “Come for me.”
And because I am a good girl who listens to directions, I comply. With a shuddering cry, I let go, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses. My legs can barely keep me standing.
As Dex holds me steady, his own release follows moments later.
He moans loudly before pulling out and coming on my ass, the wet, hot part of him branding me.
Our bodies tremble.
Then.
Dex presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder before pulling me away, reaching for a kitchen towel, and wetting it under the faucet.
“You are a total mess.” He laughs as he cleans my skin—back side and front, the towel moving across my ass.
“You started it,” I manage, eyes scanning for my clothes.
Dex chuckles, nuzzling my neck. “It was worth it.”
Chapter 29
Dex
Dang.
Women’s bathrooms are sure different than men’s.
I pick up a tiny pink soap shaped like a seashell and give it a sniff. Then I pick up the blue one, decide I like the smell of that one better, and use it to wash my hands.
It’s dinky.
When I’m done, I glance at the decorative towels hanging on the rack. They’re embroidered with delicate patterns, clearly meant for show and not for actual use. I dry my hands with one anyway ’cause I have no idea how the hell else to dry them, then give the tiny lotions and perfumes a once-over.
On the wall next to me is a sign:Empowered women empower women.
I chuckle to myself. Of course Margot would have a sign like that in her bathroom, the goof.
In the back pocket of my jeans, my phone buzzes, and when I check the screen, I see that it’s Trent. Perfect timing because I have a bit of privacy.
“What’s up?”
“Where are you?” He gets straight to the point, no chitchat.
“Margot’s house. I’m here to pick her up for a—”
He cuts me off. “Have you seen the headline online?”
I shake my head, staring at my handsome self in the mirror. “No.”
“You’re on the front page.”
