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“This specifically?” I ask, sliding the tip of the vibrator inside her. She gasps and I groan as she grinds her ass into me. I use my free hand to pin her body in place. If she keeps doing that, I’m gonna blow.

“N-no,” she answers, albeit a bit breathy. “You were—I was remembering the kitchen.”

I grin. “So you like me on my knees then? Is that it, Zara?”

“Yes.”

I push the vibrator in about an inch. Maybe a little more. Then I pull back and do it all again, teasing her entrance.

“Shit, Hen?—”

I push it in further this time, but take my time. She’s squirming in my arms and rubbing that perfect round ass all over my cock. There’s water sloshing, and the bubbles that are left are sticking to our skin.

It’s fucking perfect.

“You want to know a secret?” I say, peppering her shoulder with more kisses. “I’ve gotten off to that memory of me on my knees, with my head buried between your thighs so many times, I’ve lost count.”

And then I turn the toy up another notch and bury it to the hilt. She screams out my name and arches her back. It’s nowhere as large as I am, thank you very much, but it’s deep enough to hit her G-spot, and she’s feeling it.

I slide it out and thrust it back in. Her hand moves toward her clit and then steadies, like she’s unsure if she’s allowed to touch herself in my presence.

I just shake my head, adding it to the list of things I want to kill Tanner Price for. Reaching for her hand, I weave our fingers together and slide them down between her legs. “Touch yourself, Zara. I’m dying to see how you get yourself off.”

She’s tentative at first. Just shallow strokes, but when I jack up the power to the vibrator and start fucking her in earnest, she finally lets go.

And holy shit, is it a beautiful sight.

Her head tips back, and her lips find mine. She kisses me like she’s drowning, and I’m her only source of oxygen. Her hips start to move, feverously rocking against my cock as she chases her orgasm.

The friction of her ass cheeks sliding along my cock, watching her splayed out on top of me, rubbing her clit while I fuck her pussy with that vibrator.

It’s all so fucking hot. It’s all too much.

God. Fuck, I think gonna…

She cries out, her body convulsing just as my balls tighten and I come, shooting jets of cum into the bathwater. My breath is ragged as I turn off the toy and place it next to the tub.

My head falls onto her back as I run a hand over her belly. I can feel her heart racing.

And then she starts to laugh. “You ruined our bath.”

“I’ll make it up to you in the shower.”

And I do.

Twice.

Chapter Twenty-Two

ZARA

The second time I wake up with Hendrix in my bed, I am definitely not wearing a hoodie.

And thankfully, neither is he.

In fact, the only thing he’s wearing is a shit-eating grin as his eyes roam over my naked breasts peeking out of the ridiculously high thread count sheets. He rolls onto his side. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I respond, mirroring his position.