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CHAPTER FORTY

Griffin

“We need to shower.”I set Ava down on her bare feet. “Right now.”

Holding the towel, she looks terrified of me. “I’ll...wait.”

“Suit yourself.” I strip out of my shorts and tank top, tossing them into my hamper.

I walk away naked to the bathroom and run the shower. The hot water beats on my shoulders and my face. I grab the soap to lather my chest and arms. Rinsing that away, I wash my hair quickly, and rinse right after, too.

A small laugh breaks from my chest. I thought she’d want to shower with me. That she fucking cares. There goes hope, springing through me again.

God, I’m fucking pathetic.

It hits me, we’re married and by rights, I can make her fuck me. But I don’t trust her. After the stunt I pulled, I’m not letting her anywhere near my dick.

A knock on the glass shower door startles me and even more so when it opens.

“Any hot water left? Some bastard with a muddy backyard married me against my will.” At least she recognizes we’re married.

“What an asshole.” I turn around with a soapy cock, teasing her. “And there’s plenty of hot water.”

She climbs inside but immediately gives me a view of her back. I notice the curves she’s grown into after weeks of hot meals and fancy dining. Fuck, she’s filling out. I love how she feels in my arms, when I’m not afraid she’ll gauge my eyes out.

While I still have my sight, I gaze down to Ava’s sculpted ass. Christ, it fit so nicely in my hands earlier while I stared at her hole, dying to fuck her there.

Aw, shit. I look down at my soapy erection.

God, I’m sick.

My fingers itch to finish what I started before everything went off the rails today. Take her ass, the ultimate primal conquering. I just know she’ll love it.

But all I want to do now is pull her down to the shower floor and make her ride my cock under what’s left of the hot water and see those tits bounce. Her olive skin, soapy and shiny, is turning me the fuck on.

Maybe I should leave and let her finish, but I can’t move. Against her shiny skin, there are strips of hair in places no other woman would dare keep. She looks primally erotic. Ava is no princess. She’s wild and untamed.

Like me. The old me. The guy I miss.