Page 66 of Fifth Avenue Fling

The hand not fisting his cock fumbles with the phone, and the sound lowers, so my Irish accent disappears.

Should I be offended?

His breathing grows more aggressive and labored.He’snolongerlooking atthe video.He’s too far gone. His hips rock as I wonder if he’s imagining thrusting into me right now.

His forehead leans against the shower wall as he stiffens, buttocks clenched.

His whole body tightens and shudders with a guttural growl that reverberates into my clit.

With a final jerk, every muscle in his body clenches and stiffens, and he comeshard.

Niagara Falls style.

I stop breathing. I can’t cope with this.

His release seems to last an eternity. It streams down his thighs, being washed away by the water. His hands brace against the wall to steady himself.

Every muscle in my body clenches with him as if we’re connected. I’m terrified, confused, and aroused, all rolled into one.

“Fuck,”he mutters through clenched teeth.

I duck my head down again and close my eyes. Show’s over.

Shallow, quiet breaths and you’ll get through this. Be brave.

The shower door slides open. He clears his throat awkwardly as I hear him rubbing his skin with a towel.

Please don’t come over here.

The bathroom door opens, filling the room with a gust of air. I’m safe. He’s leaving. Thank God, because the tickle in my throat is back with a vengeance.

I shift slightly in the bath to relieve a cramp in my hip.

Bad plan.

Terrible idea.

Catastrophic mistake.

The luck of the Irish isn’t with me today.

The plug is no longer in the hole. Houston, we have a problem.

My backside is firmly blocking the plug hole, trapping the draining water. The most annoying high-pitched whistle emanates from beneath me as the water drains slowly through the bottleneck that is my bum.

I can’t stop it. I can’t stop this train wreck. I can’t move for fear that the water will drain faster.

If only there was a hairdryer nearby that I could electrocute myself with. It would be easier.

And there he stands.

Towering over the edge of the bath with his massive, angry cock, naked and glaring at me, eyes blazing in complete and utter disbelief.

My dignity flows down the drain with the water. This is worse than Killian discovering my criminal record.

“Hi,” I croak, arms crossed over my chest like a vampire in a coffin as the last of the waterrushesawaywith a loud gurgle, followed by an undignified squeak.

FIFTEEN

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