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for her answer. His long, tapered fingers worked the top

button of his fly, sliding metal through cloth, his movements spare and precise.

She wet her lips, waiting. She wanted those fingers

on her skin, on her breasts, between her legs. She

wanted that cock in her mouth, in her fist, inside her,

hard and deep.

He took his time working the second button and the

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third, and the whole time, he kept his eyes on hers,

watching every nuance of her reaction.

The water pounded down on her, running in rivulets

over her shoulders, her breasts, teasing her nipples.

Fisting her hands against the urge to reach out and

grab him, she let them drop to her sides, digging her

nails into her palms.

Anticipation was a luscious treat. She held herself

still, her heart slamming against her ribs.

He undid another button, the tease heightening her

arousal.

Her breath came in short little gasps. And he hadn’t

even touched her yet. Just looked at her, eyes narrowed

and glittering, lips parted, teeth bared.

She wanted to feel those teeth on her skin, on the

corded tendons of her throat, on the sensitive skin at

the insides of her thighs.

A tiny moan escaped her as the last button flicked

free. The faded denim slid lower, baring the arcs of his

hipbones and the lowest ridges of his abdomen. They

slid lower still, all the way down his hips, his muscled

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