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“No, but you’re almost as tight as one. How many men have you been with?”

She stiffened, indignant. “How many women have you—”

He massaged her clit with the sponge, and she inhaled sharply even as he bent over her and murmured close to her ear, “Do you really want to know? There’s never a short supply of women in the nightclub business, especially for a man with money.”

She pushed closer to his hand. There was no room right then for envy at his admission. She bent lower still, all but touching her toes as the shower slid erotic channels of water along her body. There wasn’t even room to be shy about the pink folds of her pussy on full display.

She wanted only to stop the throbbing need inside. Wanted to demand he push his cock deep inside her before she used her own hand to ease the ache.

Galan groaned, louder even than the shower’s powerful water pressure. “You hide your body and then reveal everything in your arsenal.” He moved the sponge in bigger circles, teasing her flesh until her clit hardened and pulsed, her every nerve ending on fire. “Nice play, firecracker,” he said huskily.

She stiffened at his perception, and he chuckled at her reaction before he drew the sponge closer to her center. “It really is the quiet ones you have to watch.”

She bit back a sob at his ministrations, and her voice cracked with need. “Please.”

Stepping wide, he clasped her hips and brought her against the thick length of his cock. “Please?” he murmured.

She gritted her teeth and added, “I want you to fuck me...I need you to fuck me.”

He sighed with satisfaction and conceded hoarsely, “I love it when you beg.”

One-handing his cock, he guided it between the folds of her labia. The head nestled there teasingly, and even with the shower drenching them both, his pre-cum was a sticky lubrication. She stiffened, waiting expectantly. Time stood still, the water drumming the tiles and the glass walls, while Galan’s husky, knowing chuckle again filled the air.

“The wait will make you come even harder,” he said hoarsely.

She gritted her teeth and turned her head to glower at the injustice...just as he thrust inside her in one practiced motion. She gasped at his thick length filling her to the hilt, her body instinctively bucking against his.

His ardent stare caught and held her eyes, and holding her tight, he stroked inside her, harder and faster. His hips pistoned against her, his balls slapping, and water squelching between their bodies.

Layla bit into her bottom lip. She was a receptacle for the most intense sensations imaginable. When he used a hand to again massage her swollen clit, she was even further overwhelmed. Her knees went weak, and her womb clenched, and she cried out at the climax barreling through her, leaving her dizzy, mindless, and cast adrift.

It was only Galan’s hands holding her in place that kept her centered. He stroked one last time before he too came, long and hard, his groan echoing, his pleasure unmistakable.

Galan kept her in position, clearly savoring their connection for long minutes before he disconnected from her and carefully washed her before he turned off the shower. She straightened, and he guided her out of the stall, before gently toweling her off, giving special attention to her throbbing pussy, her sensitive breasts.

He dried himself next before he led her back into the bedroom, where he drew the cover and top sheet back. She lay down with a sigh, weakness leeching through her in the wake of such gratification.

She still managed a smile at Galan when he climbed in beside her and drew the bedcovers over them both. She rolled over, and he tucked her back against his front. One big arm curled around her waist, his outspread hand settling on her flat stomach. His other arm cradled the back of her head, his cock now impossibly large and straining against her ass cheeks.

“You’re insatiable,” she muttered, fighting off exhaustion, even as wanton need continued to heat her blood and curl her toes.

“You bring out the best in me, firecracker. But I won’t act on it. You’ve had a big day, and you’re spent. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it when I wake you later.”

A shiver went through her, knowing he’d act on his promise, and she wiggled a little closer, only vaguely aware of his hissed exhalation, his fingers that drew her hair aside so that he pressed his mouth on her nape and murmured, “Even half asleep you drive me to the brink.”

Yet as she slipped into the void of darkness, she’d never felt safer, like nothing could touch the blissful bubble surrounding her...surrounding them both.

She wasn’t looking forward to that bubble bursting and reality returning.

It was her last thought as she drifted out of consciousness.

Chapter Four

Galan inhaled deeply even as he slowly woke from the best sleep he’d had in a long time. Too long. His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile as he breathed in the musk-scented sheets that hinted strongly of sex.

That these same sheets hadn’t once had a woman on them was something he didn’t want to examine too closely. He had another bedroom that was used solely for his conquests, while this bed was his alone.

Until now.

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