Page 17 of Battered Moves

“Have you seen me?” I ask. “I need a shower and some time to get ready.”

“Then get on with it,” he says with a smirk and crosses his arms, thinking I wouldn’t dare undress in front of him.You play with fire, you get burned.

“You can look, but not touch,” I whisper into his ear, standing on my toes.

His eyes widen. With my back to him, I grab the hem of his hoodie and the koi shirt, then pull them over my head in one swift motion, letting the clothing fall to the floor. Then, I bend down and shimmy my hips to slide out of my sleep shorts before stepping out of them and walking towards the bathroom with a swing in my hips, giving Chase a full view of my backside. I feel my ass jiggle with the motion and hear him let out a low groan of appreciation. Once inside the bathroom, I leave the door open as I brush my teeth and hair.

Chase comes over and leans against the doorway, arms still crossed, his eyes fixed on my chest. He’s trying to restrain himself, but it’s clear he’s finding it difficult. I tie my hair into a new, less messy bun and step into the tub, feeling the warm water cascade down my body. I purposely leave the shower curtain open, giving Chase a better view.

I start rubbing my skin with my vanilla scented soap, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my hands gliding up and down my arms, thighs, and eventually, my breasts. I squeeze them, feeling the pleasure build up inside me, before rinsing off all the foam with the showerhead. When I open my eyes, Chase is standing in front of the tub, his eyes burning with desire as he lifts his hand.

“Uh-uh, I said no touching,” I say quickly, and give him a playful smirk, relishing the power I have over him.

He takes the showerhead from my hand and adjusts the water pressure with a quick press of a button.

“I’m not going to touch you,” he whispers.

My breath hitches as he slowly brings the showerhead to my pussy, and I gasp when he finds just the right spot. I grip onto the shower mount, my body tensing as the water pulses against my clit, while Chase continues to hold the showerhead steady. He leans into me, his free hand on the wall next to my head, eyes fixed on my face as he watches my pleasure build. My moans grow louder, echoing off the bathroom walls, and I feel my legs start to shake as I reach the brink of an orgasm.

Suddenly, Chase turns off the water, leaving me panting and frustrated.

“What the hell, Chase?” I protest, looking up at him. He grins down at me, his eyes shining with mischief.

“I told you I wasn’t going to touch you,” he says, “but I didn’t say I was going to let you come.”

I pout, and he pecks my lips.

“You’re not in charge here, gorgeous,” he says with a wink.

What the fuck was that? I just got played at my own game.

“Come on,” he says, reaching out a hand to help me out. “Let’s get you dressed and grab some breakfast before we head to the studio.”

I take his hand, my body still buzzing with the leftover sensations of the water pulsing against my clit. I dry myself quickly, wrap a towel around my body, and put on some light makeup before walking past him to my room to get dressed. I let my towel fall and catch him staring at me, so I laugh, feeling good about myself.

“Like what you see, Chase?” I ask, teasing him.

“You have no idea,”he replies, smirking and shaking his head.

I roll my eyes and start getting dressed, putting on a pair of black leggings and an olive green sports bra. I bend to grab my loose black sweater from the floor to pull on, facing Chase, and he whistles appreciatively.

“Damn, Liv,” he says, biting his bottom lip as he looks at my cleavage.

“Want to take a picture?” I joke, and he takes out his phone.

“God, yes. Can I?”he asks, and I burst out laughing.

“What, of just my cleavage?” I ask.

He nods eagerly, so I reach into the sports bra to push my ladies up a bit, making sure they look their best. Chase follows my every movement with his eyes.

“Have at it,” I say, and he searches for the best angle, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.It’s cute as hell.

“Perfect,” he mutters and shows me the picture. It’s just a close-up of my cleavage, my peaked nipples visible through the material, but it looks sexy, and I can’t help but giggle.

“Send me that, please,” I say.

“Anything you want, Liv,” Chase replies with a smile.

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