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thighs, his calves. The thick length of his cock jutted

forward and up, a vein tracing the length, full with his

arousal.

Her mouth was dry. Her pulse raced.

She leaned back against the shower wall, damned

grateful for the support, because without it she would

have sunk to her knees.

Now there was a lovely plan. Shewantedto sink to

her knees, to take him in her mouth, to suck him the

way she did in her dreams. Now, she reached for him,

wanting to fist his cock, to stroke its hot silky length,

but he caught her wrist and stopped her.

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“My rules,” he said, stepping all the way into the

shower, the water beading on his smooth skin as he

dragged the shower door closed behind him.

“Yes.” His rules. The thought made her shiver.

He trailed his free hand along her shoulder, her collarbone, to the healing scar between her breasts. His

lips thinned, but he said nothing, only stroked the tip

of his finger so gently over the ridge of tissue before

gliding his touch to the edge of her breast.

Anticipation ratcheted through her.

Panting, she arched her back, offering, demanding.

With a dark laugh, he let the tips of his fingers drift

lower, circling first one nipple, then the other. A rush

of electric heat knifed through her, and she surged into

his touch with a low hiss, wanting more, wanting his

mouth, his tongue, his teeth.

Fisting his hand in her wet hair, fingers tangling in

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