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He chuckles, rolling his eyes at my dramatics. “I mean, I clean up if I make a mess, the same way you do, but I have a cleaner who comes in once a week to do all the main cleaning.”

“Why overnight?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I didn’t want her to disturb you. Besides, at first, I wasn’t sure how you would feel about having people you didn’t know in the house, and I didn’t want to make you feel more uncomfortable than you already were. By the time I could have told you, Mae was used to coming at that time, and didn’t want to change it.”

I take in his blush, and the way he looks me over to make sure he’s not upset me in some way, and it’s actually kinda cute. “Okay. I get your reasons, I just feel a little weird knowing someone is wandering around the house while I’m asleep. So, can we discuss this again in more detail another time?” I ask, and he nods so quickly, I can’t help but chuckle.

Evan climbs out of bed, and I take a moment to ogle his naked body as he walks towards the en-suite. He’s all muscles and smooth skin, and my stomach clenches at the sight of him. He catches me staring, and the cocky grin spreads across his face.

“See something you like?” he asks, throwing a cheeky wink my way.

I nod as I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth when dirty thoughts consume my mind. “I do, actually.”

He smiles, but it quickly turns to a grimace. “I’m very aware that you’re going to accuse me of distracting you, which I’m not intentionally doing. I can’t help it if you can’t stop checking me out,” he laughs, the cocky smirk back. “But I really do need a shower and coffee before my family comes over.”

He groans when my face drops. I’d been so caught up thinking about the damn cleaner, and then all the dirty naked thoughts, I’d completely forgotten he was going to tell me what the family meeting is about.

Given his grimace, I have a feeling when he tells me, I may be less than pleased, so I decide to be very adult about the decision.

“Okay, let's shower together and you can tell me about the meeting while we have coffee. I don’t want anything ruining our shower,” I say, as I quickly jump from the bed and run towards the bathroom door.

His eyes darken as they roam over my naked body, taking in all my curves. There’s a hunger there that still takes my breath away.

“Fuck, I wish we had longer,” he grumbles.

“Actually, I think something hard and fast is just what I’m looking for,” I reply, before turning the knobs on the shower to get it to the perfect temperature.

The shower in Evan’s en-suite isn’t anything spectacular—or so he keeps pointing out, compared to the one he has back home—but it’s still big enough to fit two people inside, and the rainfall shower has the most perfect water pressure for me.

Once the water is to temperature, I quickly climb in, and Evan wastes no time getting in behind me. The hot water fills the cubicle with steam, and the heat from Evan’s body and the water itself warms me perfectly.

I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face as Evan wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him.

Grabbing some of my vanilla and strawberry shower gel, he lathers it together on his hands, getting them nice and soapy, before he begins running them over me. With slow, deliberate movements, he gently rubs the suds into my skin, taking his time to cover me.

He’s careful to avoid all my sensitive areas, though each time his fingertips get within reach, I have to hold back my moans of frustration. My whole body is tingling, my core aching for him to touch me.

As I arch my back, pressing my ass into him, I can feel his hard length against me, showing how much he wants me too. Knowing we don’t have too much time for him to keep teasing me, I reach back, running my hand down over his rippling abs, before clasping hold of his dick.

Evan hisses in my ear, grabbing hold of my hips hard, keeping me still. “My, my, you are impatient this morning, Angel,” he whispers against my ear, sending a shudder down my spine.

“Stop teasing. We have to be quick,” I grumble, rocking my ass against him again.

Once he’s rinsed off all the soap, his hand slides down my stomach, edging lower until he reaches my pussy. Slowly he drags his finger through my slit, groaning when he feels how ready I am for him. At the same time, I begin moving my hand up and down his shaft, loving the feel of his silky skin hardening more with each movement.

“You are so wet already, Angel. Is that because of me?”

“It’s always for you,” I reply, my voice sounding breathy and desperate.

With one finger pressing on my increasingly sensitive clit, he uses his other hand to palm my breast, before twisting and tugging on my nipple in just the right way. My body goes into overload with all the sensations, and moans tumble from my lips.

“Please, Evan. Fuck me,” I beg, as I move my hand up and down his cock faster.

I make sure to swipe my thumb through the beads of pre-cum before twisting over the tip, and then slowly rubbing my fingers over his piercing in the way that drives him crazy.

When he lets go of me with both of his hands, a groan of frustration fills the cubicle, but Evan just chuckles. He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me from wanking him anymore. “Hands on the wall, Angel,” he instructs in a deep, gravelly voice that makes my core clench.

I do as I’m told, placing my hands flat on the wall in front of me. As I do, he uses his legs to spread my feet further apart. His fingers lightly trail down my back, massaging me along with the rainfall shower in a way that makes me shiver.