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God, why do his words feel so special on my skin—so special in my heart?
“But—”
“None of that. Take it.”
The steady stream hits consistently on my clit, and waves of pleasure build and fall all at once. Jett hasn’t moved from his knees, and I can’t look down at him. The sight of him drooling over my pussy will fuck me up in more ways than one.
Sensing my closed-off conflict, the demand that healed and hurt me comes out of his mouth like a fucking lullaby.
“Eyes on me.”
I don’t. I can’t.
“Eyes on me, Sofia baby. I need to see those pretty eyes when you fall apart.”
Dropping my head, I watch water pour from his manly face, his deep brown eyes glued right on my pulsing pussy, and I can’t control myself any longer.
“We’re going to talk about what happened tonight. You’re not off the hook, but I need you to tell me you’re perfect. I need to hear you say it.”
His words, his stare, his honesty, all have me right on the brink of a release I know will be unlike anything else.
“W-What?” I murmur, confused and blissed.
“Repeat after me: I don’t need to change anything about myself. I’m perfect just the way I am.”
“Jett,” I whimper.
“Say it.”
The strength of the water, the power of his words, the crack of my heart all force me to utter a phrase I never even thought I’d let myself feel again.
“I don’t need to change anything about myself. I’m perfect just the way I am.”
“God, you’re so perfect.”
The tightness at the base of my neck travels all over my body, the orgasm I’ve been chasing finally exploding.
“Oh my god,” I whine as Jett keeps the water centered on my clit.
“Fuck, look at you,” I hear through the fuzz clouding this shower, and the ringing in my ears.
When my body finally settles, Jett attaches the showerhead back behind us, opening the door and guiding me out so I don’t slip.
Once both of us have towels wrapped around our naked bodies, he doesn’t release me as his strong hand clings to the spot right above my ass, lowering me onto the bed.
My hair is sopping and sticking to my face, my lashes still wet as I look up at his towering height.
“Thank you for—”
Jett crouches down in front of me so he’s at my eye level.
Grabbing the base of my neck like he owns my soul, Jett inches just breaths away from my lips and whispers, “I take care of what’s mine, Sofia baby. Fake or not, you’re mine, and I’ll live on my knees if it means you see yourself the way I do. Everything I have to give is yours. I won’t be satisfied until you take it all.”
CHAPTER 36
JETT
Seeing Fia in my clothes undoes me almost as much as showering with her did.
