Page 63 of Fifth Avenue Fling

Holy fucking potatoes.

I’ve never used Jacuzzi jets to get myself off before. Maybe this is an untapped kink.

I put my feet on the edge of either side of the tub and strategically raise my hips for a better angle over the jet, then I crank up the power.

Full speed ahead and hands-free.

My toes curl against the tub’s sides, and my hands grab each side as I gyrate in a gentle, circular pattern around the jet centered underneath my pussy.

This isintense.

My pussy muscles contract in pleasure as the powerful pulsations pound me again and again.

Pure hydrotherapy horny bliss. Gyms should include this in water aerobics classes.

I’m so swollen, so ready with need… and now I’m picturing my grumpy boss climbing into the bath. The thought sends tingling sensations through my body. Delicious shock waves make me buck and thrash about the tub.

What I wouldn’t do to have his dick deep inside me right now. I want him to fuck me so hard the New York City Council would have to issue a noise pollution warning.

I really, really need to get laid.

Living under the same roof as Killian Quinn has me so wound up that I’m a horny mess. I have to find someone—not Liam—who can distract me.

The sound of the jets mingles with my breathy, desperate moans that echo around the bathroom. Nothing else matters except my overwhelming primal need to come hard with the help of a Jacuzzi jet.

I have no shame.

I let out a final cry and shudder as the climax overtakes me.

Well, that was interesting and unexpected.

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Thirty minutes later, I’m a prune. I’ve turned the jets down to the lowest setting and reach up lazily to open the window above the bath to clear the steam.

I can’t believe I just made myself come with a jet spray when my ex never managed to do it once. Un-fucking-believable.

I could do with a post-coital glass of wine, but I have more chores to finish, so I need to force myself out of this tub. Magically, the water doesn’t even go cold.

The steam has cleared, meaning it’s my cue to get my shriveled ass out and back to work. I swing one leg over the tub. I can do this.

Except the sound of movement downstairs makes me go rigid in the bath.

Fuck.

What the hell was that noise?

My ass clenches in terror, and I worry it will swallow the plug.

Someone is coming up the stairs. Closer… closer. They’re advancing too quickly for me to jump out and get my clothes on in time.

Who the hell is it?

Teagan’s at school, and Killian’s at work. Oh my God, what if it’s an intruder? Or does his security team know I’m in the tub? Are there sensors in the bath or something?

I turn the Jacuzzi off so that the only sound is the mild sloshing of the water as I pull my leg back into the tub.

The bathroom door swings open. I duck down just in time, submerging everything but my face in the water.

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