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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHARLIE

After putting my shorts and shirt back on, I wash and rinse out the bowl, then grab the other box of brownie mix from the pantry. Thank God for BOGO deals. This new batch can wait though.

Knowing he came home early to spend time alone with me just really works for me in all the best ways.

I check the clock and see it’s been about thirty minutes since Beck got home. I’ll put a pause on this until I get cleaned up. I’m sure there are still traces of batter on me and no doubt my clothes. I turn the oven off before heading back to the bedroom. I pull off my T-shirt and shorts again once I close the bedroom door and lock it.

I see the bathroom door is cracked and steam is coming out. He’s listening to “I Feel Like I’m Drowning” by Two Feet. Nice pick and perfect for what I’m about to do.

I slide open the glass shower door, and he looks at me over his shoulder with a smirk.

“I had a suspicion you might come in here. And, baby, I’m so glad you did.”

Stepping into the shower, I reach my hands around his waist to the front of his body. I glide one hand up his chest and the other down to his erection. He was either thinking about me before I came in or he really was expecting me to join him. Either way, I win.

Slowly, I start to stroke him. I’m gentle in my movements, and despite the heat of the water, he gets goose bumps. He starts to turn, but I pull him tighter into my body.

“Not yet. Let me play for a few minutes.”

“No way am I letting you have all the fun. I want to play with you too, Boss. Now, come on. Let me have you.” He puts one of his hands over mine, firmly stopping me from moving and squeezing his erection.

With one final tug, I let my hand fall. “Fine, but I’m calling the shots.”

When he turns to face me, I have a smile on my face. Again, either way, I’m winning here, and I have no doubt we’re both going to walk out of this shower happy. Two orgasms within thirty minutes—yay, me.

Beck combs his hands into my hair and looks at me with so much heat in his eyes. I bring my attention down to his length and can see the pre-cum leaking out already. This won’t take long. Looking back up at him, I lean forward and kiss him. It’s sloppy, wet, and greedy. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer to me.

He takes one hand out of my hair and moves it down my body, stopping at my breast to pull on my nipple—a move that he knows turns me on. It makes my center throb. I love it when he plays with my nipples. His hand finds my center, and he groans when he finds me still slick from my orgasm in the kitchen, his fingers easily slipping into my heat.

Beck breaks the kiss. “Baby, I think you couldn’t wait to get into this shower with me.”

“Listen, all you had to do was kiss my neck behind my ear, and I was ready. You play those dirty tricks on me, and I melt. You have this special voodoo over my body. And now I want to taste you.” My hands move down and over his chest, making their way to his erection. “Can I taste you, Beck?”

One of my hands takes ahold of him, and the other slides between his legs. I pull on his balls. He hisses, then leans in to kiss me hard. Our kiss becomes frantic and slightly out of control.

We’re both panting when I pull back and drop to my knees.

He places a hand on my cheek. “Boss, I’m not sure we have time for this, and I need to be inside you—like, right now.”

My response? I hum around the crown of his cock.

He tips his head and grumbles, “Fuuuck.”

With one hand still tugging on his balls, I move my mouth up and down his length in tandem with my other hand. I only have the chance to suck him in a few times before he pulls me up by my elbows.

“I can’t wait, baby. Turn around and put your hands on the glass,” he says as he moves his hands up and down my body before reaching to the front and palming my breasts.

With his knee, he separates my legs, and I feel his cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

One hand still on my breast, he moves his other hand to my hip. “Tilt your hips and let me in.”

I spread my legs a little more and lean forward so my hips tilt up to reach his erection.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, so wet for me. You couldn’t wait for me to get inside this pussy.”

The head of his erection enters me, and my breath catches as he pushes in. We’ve never done it like this before. Sure, he’s been behind me on the bed, but never standing like this. It doesn’t feel as deep, but more like a tease. He slowly moves in and out, and when I turn my head to look at him, he’s watching our bodies come together.

“Fuck, baby. This is so hot. I’m not going to last long like this. Does it feel good? I’m about to lose it,” he says as he gazes at me with a feral look in his eye.

My words are stuck, so I just nod. I feel like I might cry, which makes no sense, and I’m slightly embarrassed. I cannot start crying while we’re having sex. He must sense it—of course he does—because he gives me a soft smile and moves his hand on my breast to my jaw and pulls me toward him.

He places the softest kiss on my lips before saying, “I just want to stay here. Right in this moment with you.”

This time, I can’t help it, and a tear drops down my cheek. I kiss him with a smile on my lips, and I feel him smile back while our lips meet.

“Always, Beck. Always with you.”

Pumping into me deeper now, he picks up his pace while holding my hips. Our eyes are still locked as we fuck. We know we don’t have much alone time left, and our urgency grows to a boiling point. It’s getting faster and more frantic. My legs are starting to shake from trying to stay in this position, but I need to come, and I’m afraid if we stop to shift positions, I’ll lose it. So, I keep one hand planted on the glass, and with my other hand, I reach down to play with my clit.

“Oh fuck. You playing with your pussy, Boss? That’s it. Keep stroking it while I go deeper. You feel so good, baby. Are you getting close? I can’t hold it much longer. You feel too good.” His breathing is ragged now, and he’s ready to lose control.

“Ye-yesss … go a little deeper. I’m almost there,” I pant.

“Fuck yes! Motherfucker …”

He groans out his release, and he squeezes my hips so hard that he might leave bruises. I hope he does because this is … hot.

He’s lost in his release when I explode. White-hot shots of pleasure seep into every nerve in my body. My clit pulses under my fingertips, and I feel like my core is pulling Beckham inside me even more.

I don’t know if sex with him is so good because it’s us or if it’s because it’s been so long since we were together. Or since I’ve been with anyone really. Either way, I’m here for it.

My head leans on the glass as I come down.

I can still feel him pulsing inside me when he places a kiss behind my ear and says, “Us. Always us,” like he read my mind.