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I push the door open wider and walk in to find the most incredible sight in the world: Cooper Nash in the shower with water running all over his muscular body.

Hot damn, there’s an image that’s going to happily live in my spank bank for the rest of time.

“What? Aren’t you going to come and join me?” he taunts.

“Fuck, yeah,” I bark before marching across the room and straight into his walk-in shower.

I don’t stop until our bodies have collided. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and crash my lips to his. Our tongues immediately search out each other's, and his hands slide down my back until he’s gripping my ass, pinning our hips together.

He’s just as hard as I am, and the feeling of him rubbing against me is pure fucking bliss.

Our kiss is wild and messy, and everything I could hope for.

I can barely catch my breath when he works his way to my ear and demands, “Turn around and press your hands against the tiles.”

I do as I’m told and get into position.

The next thing I know, Cooper has flipped the cap on a bottle of lube, and the cool liquid is running between my ass cheeks.

I widen my stance and bend over a little more, giving him easier access.

“Such a little whore for me.”

“Yes. Fuck me, Cooper. Push that big dick inside me and make me forget everything but you.”

His fingers find my opening, and he makes quick work of sliding one and then two digits inside.

I howl as he stretches me open, getting me ready for him.

My cock is still painfully hard, but I refuse to reach for it.

I won’t do anything until he tells me to.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I watch in delight as he rolls a condom down his length and then drizzles more lube on himself. He strokes his cock, making sure he’s completely covered and ready for me.

It’s one of the most erotic scenes I’ve ever witnessed, and I want more.

Something tells me that a lifetime watching this man command me in the bedroom—or the bathroom, as it may be—will never be enough.

He’s right. I’m nothing but a willing whore for him.

“You look so good bent over, taking my fingers, baby.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“But we both know that you’ll look even better when you’re impaled on my cock.”

“Yes,” I cry, pushing myself back, desperately seeking what he’s teasing me with.

I moan as he pulls his fingers free, leaving my muscles clamping down around nothing. But it’s not for long, because he steps up behind me, leaving the spray of the shower behind before his hand wraps around my hip and he teases me with the head of his cock.

“Yes, Cooper. Please. I need you inside me.”

This time, there is no teasing. I think he can sense that I’m on the edge of losing my goddamn mind, because he pushes right inside me.

A bite of pain shoots through me as I fight to stretch around his thickness, but it soon morphs into nothing but pleasure.

The feeling of being filled so wholly by Cooper is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced before.