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I stumble over my feet at the erotic sight.

He doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Did he hear me come in? Above the water, soft grunts bounce off the tiles as his ass flexes with each twist of his wrist. Suds slip from his wet hair, gliding down his torso and disappearing into the patch of dark-blond hair framing his length. He’s hard, painfully so, from the angry red head.

My thighs squeeze together, instantly seeking relief as my clit pulses between my legs.

“Enjoying the show?”

My eyes snap up to meet dangerously dark ones, his jaw slack as he continues to work his cock.

This is where I walk away and call a cab, not where I get sassy and defensive. But that’s never been the dynamic between us.

“If you didn’t want me walking in, maybe you should’ve locked the door.” My eyes lower again. He still hasn’t stopped. If anything, he works himself quicker.

“Maybe I didn’t lock it because I wanted you to walk in.” His fist tightens, drawing a deep moan from him. “Had to—Ah—take the edge off if I’m sleeping in the same room as you.”

He’s not being smart or cocky; he’s being honest. I can see the buildup of lust pooling in his eyes, in the way the tendons in his neck pull taut. He’s as worked up as I am. The bathroom walls close in, confining us, suffocating us, with the wild, raw need vibrating through the steamy air.

I can’t look away.

I don’t want to look away.

“Tally Girl.” Another grunt. God, those noises. So filthy and untamed. “Either leave and let me finish. Or hop up on the vanity and show me how you got yourself off after the falls.”

My entire body is a pulse. “Is that a good idea?” Why am I seeking his opinion? This is a terrible idea.

He huffs a laugh. “No. Yes. Fuck, who knows, but either way I’m getting off to images of you—either in my head or of the real thing. Your call. But be quick.” A slow grin pulls at his lips. “You’ve had me worked up all evening, so I won’t be long.”

I already know I’m staying. So does he. “It won’t count. We’re not touching one another.” My feet stick to the tiled floor as I pad toward the long stretch of marble opposite the shower. Condensation coats the mirror, and my skin is clammy from the warm air. “We’re just…” I pull myself up, hitching the satin material around my hips. I suck in a breath as the cool counter kisses my burning skin. “We’re just eliminating the temptation.”

Tate’s chest rises higher when he tracks my movements. “Yeah. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Now spread your legs and show me my cunt.”

His cunt.

The possessive, bold tone fires sparks through my body.

I do exactly as he says. With my feet planted on either side of my hips, I drop my knees open. I’m already wet, the evidence sticky and slick between my thighs. Tate swipes a hand through the droplets of water to clear his view and practically presses his nose against the clear shower screen.

“Like this?” I taunt him by spreading myself wider, the lace of my thong wedging farther into my pussy.

His hand has slowed, his grip looser as he stares at the aching valley between my legs. A growl of appreciation rips through the room. “Pull your panties aside and show me exactly what you did when you got yourself off with my name on your lips. Don’t hold back.”

And I don’t. Inhibitions to the wind, swirling down the drain at Tate’s feet, I hook my fingers into the soaked material and bare myself. A wet slap cracks through the air as he slams his hand to the tiles.

I love him like this: unbridled and at my mercy. He’s calling the shots, but I’m in control.

My body jolts as I smooth two fingers down my slit, gathering the wetness before bringing it back up to my clit. I circle it with quick, precise motions. Tate returns his attention to his cock, strangling it in his grip as he shuttles his hand up and down.

In the small distance between us, a fire erupts. Flesh meets flesh as he works himself harder. The noises between my legs are lewd and erotic.

“Look at how gorgeous and pink you are.” His jaw clenches. “Slip a finger in for me.” I obey him, sliding a digit into my entrance with my other hand. “There we go. It looks tight already. God, I wish it were me in there. Add another. Fuck.”

“Ah, it is. It feels good.” I roll my head on a moan. “I can take more.”

“I know you can. Go on. Shove those pretty fingers into that pretty pussy. Tap your clit. I know you love that.”

Desire pulses through me as I drum the pads of my fingers over the swollen bud. “You knew I’d walk in and find you. This was all part of your plan.”

His sultry chuckle drips over me. “If my plans came true, you’d be in here with me, on your knees, mouth open and ready as you wait for my cum. But this,” he powers his arm harder, stomach muscles clenching, “this is the next best thing. Oh, I’m close, Talia. Are you going to come with me?”