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T he second the door shuts behind us, it’s game on.

Austin’s hands are already tugging at my hoodie, her fingers slipping beneath the hem to find bare skin. I yank it over my head and toss it somewhere—I don’t care where. She’s laughing, breathless, as I cup her face and kiss her, backing her toward the hall.

“Impatient much?” she teases against my lips, but her hands betray her, already working at the button of my jeans.

“You started this,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before dragging my mouth down to her neck. She lets out a soft moan, her nails scraping lightly down my chest as my jeans hit the floor.

“That is a lie—you did when you started sexting me.”

My fingers are on the zipper of her conservative pencil skirt, and she’s kicking off her heels, the clatter against the hardwood mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing.

By the time we make it to the bathroom, there’s a trail of clothes leading back to the door—a chaotic breadcrumb trail we’ll probably trip over later.

Not that I’m thinking about that right now.

Who gives a shit about the mess ?

Austin stands in front of me in her lace bra and panties, cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed as she spins around. I catch the soft gasp she tries to stifle when she sees the stone-enclosed spa shower with its slate tile, jets on every wall, and the wide bench in the corner.

A rainfall showerhead is mounted in the center.

“Holy smokes, you weren’t kidding,” she says, turning back to me. “How did I not notice this?”

“Because,” I say, my hands finding her hips. “You’ve never showered here before.”

My dick strains against her ass crack, body presses against hers, and I feel the heat between us ignite.

My lips find the curve of her shoulder, trailing kisses along her bare skin, and her soft sigh is all the encouragement I need.

I step around her slowly, letting my fingers brush her waist as I move. Her eyes follow my every movement, dark with anticipation, as I reach for the sleek faucet handles. One twist, then another, and the shower bursts to life.

Water cascades from the showerhead in the ceiling, its sound echoing softly in the spacious enclosure.

Steam begins to rise, curling around us like an invitation, and the room grows warmer by the second.

Sexy.

As.

Fuck.

Her lips curl into a smirk; there’s no mistaking the spark in her eyes. “I’m so ready for this.”

Off come her panties.

Off comes her bra.

Honestly, part of me wouldn’t have minded seeing those delicate pieces of lace clinging to her skin, soaked and plastered to her curves. But I’m not going to complain about her standing there completely naked, water droplets already beginning to kiss her bare body .

Her confidence is intoxicating, the way she stands there unabashed, owning every inch of herself.

My hands itch to touch her, to explore every curve, every line, but for a moment, all I can do is take her in.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“You’re worth staring at ,” I reply, my voice rougher than I intended.

Dick.

So.

Hard.

She doesn’t look away, her eyes locked with mine as her fingers trail down my chest. The featherlight touch sends a shiver through me despite the heat.

And then her hands find the waistband of my boxers.

“Your turn,” she murmurs.

In one swift motion, the last barrier between us is gone, and the cool air hits my skin before the heat of her body replaces it.

“Happy now?” I ask, stepping forward and closing the distance between us completely.

Her smirk is the only answer I get before I press my lips to hers and push her toward the stream of water, stealing whatever witty remark was about to leave her mouth.

“Beyond.”

Austin gasps as the first spray of hot water hits her skin, her head tilting back, hair slicking against her shoulders as water trails down her body. Every drop seems to highlight her curves, making her glow in the dim light of the bathroom.

So fucking sexy.

My fantasies come to life.

“Mmm,” she mutters, spinning slowly under the water, taking it all in. “This is insane.”

The water sprays around us, steam rising, but nothing feels as hot as the way she melts into me. My hands explore her wet skin, her body fitting against mine like it was made to.

Every sigh, every touch feels amplified by the water cascading around us, and I can’t help but think bailing on Tyler was the best decision I’ve made all week.

He was pissed, but he’ll get over it.

“This feels amazing,” Austin moans. “Imagine how good it feels when it’s freezing outside.”

I already know how it feels when it’s freezing out.

Like heaven.

She points to the handheld showerhead resting in its cradle on the wall.

“What does this one do?”

I grin. We both know what the handheld one can do.

“Shower toy.”

Her brow arches, curiosity dancing in her expression as I unhook it and adjust the settings. Water sprays lightly from the nozzle, and I guide it across her shoulder, letting the warm stream trace a path down her arm.

“You could get creative with this,” I say, my voice low and teasing.

She bites down on her bottom lip, gaze locking with mine.

“Show me.”

Tilting the showerhead, I trail it down her stomach, the spray splashing gently against her skin. Her breath catches, her body leaning back against me as I move the showerhead lower, closer to the apex of her thighs.

“This is strictly scientific, right?”

“Of course,” I murmur, shifting the nozzle slightly so the water teases the inside of her thigh. “Shower math. Head plus pussy equals?—”

Her gasp is audible, her hips tilting instinctively toward the sensation.

“Science my ass,” she mutters, breath hitching in excitement.

I chuckle, the sound reverberating against her skin as I slowly move the stream of water upward. The warmth caresses her in a way that makes her legs tremble, and her grip on my hair tightens .

“Mmm, Gio,” she whispers. “I like that.”

“I’ve got you.”

Her head falls back against the tile, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as the handheld jet does its work. I alternate between light sprays and more focused streams, watching the way her body responds to every shift.

Eventually Austin grabs my wrist, pulling the showerhead away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Okay, okay,” she says, her voice trembling. “I can’t feel my legs.”

I lean down.

Slide my hands over her hips, around to her ass, bracing myself firm and steady as I heft her up. Press her against the wall and demand, “Put your legs around my waist.”

“You’re not going to drop me, are you?” she teases again, her voice softer this time, her lips brushing against mine with each word. “It’s slippery.”

I chuckle, leaning in close until my lips brush her ear. “I’m insulted you think I’d drop you. Do you have any idea how strong my legs are?”

Fit and thick like a motherfucker.

The heat of the water cascades over us as I press her gently against the wall, my hands firm but careful as I support her weight.

I grip her tighter, the pressure of her body fitting so perfectly against mine with her thighs locked around my waist. Her arms loop around my shoulders, nails lightly grazing my back, sending little jolts of electricity down my spine.

“I wasn’t questioning your strength,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my jawline. “Just concerned about the physics of this situation.”

I laugh, the sound deep and rumbling in my chest as I lean in to kiss her neck. “Physics is on our side, babe. You’re not going anywhere.”

Her breath hitches as I press my hips against her, the slickness of the water only making the contact between us more tantalizing. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling slightly, and I groan in response, tilting my head to give her more access.

“You’re good at this,” she teases, her voice shaky but playful.

“Good at what?”

“Making me forget to be scared.”

I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, water dripping between us. “That’s because you trust me, babe.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she pulls me closer, her mouth finding mine in a kiss so deep it leaves me breathless. The heat of the shower is nothing compared to the fire building between us, each kiss more urgent, more consuming.

I turn, the slick tiles steady beneath my feet as I move toward the bench, lowering myself onto it with her still wrapped around me.

Straddling my lap, she smirks, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

“This feels safer,” Austin jokes, her tone light. Relieved.

“Safer?” I echo, sliding my hands up her thighs and letting them rest on her rib cage, thumbs stroking her side-boob. “You think sitting on top of me is safer?”

“Well, I don’t have to worry about you dropping me now.”

Our mouths fuse together.

She melts into me, her hands cupping my jaw as she kisses me like she’s claiming every part of me.

The heat builds between us, intensifying with every touch, every kiss, every soft gasp that escapes her lips as she lifts her ass…lines herself up with my rock hard cock…seats herself on top of me, completely impaled.

I groan.

Tilt my head back against the wall.

“This isn’t as easy as it looks,” Austin complains. “I don’t think I’m flexible enough for this.”

I laugh, adjusting my hips.

Thrusting up, doing most of the work .

“Just be still then and relax. I’ll do the work.”

All of it.

I grip her hips tightly, guiding her rhythm, feeling every inch of her as I move; Austin clings to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, a perfect mix of pleasure and desperation in her movements.

The bench beneath me feels solid, but it's her—the heat of her body, the way I fit inside her—that grounds me.

She throws her head back, exposing her neck, and I lean forward, kissing the curve of her throat. "You feel incredible," I murmur against her skin. "Every part of you. You're so?—"

"Stop talking," she interrupts, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. "Just stop talking and fuck me."

Yes, ma’am.

“I fucking love it when you boss me around.”

She doesn't respond with words—just a sound, half-moan, half-whimper, that spurs me on. I press my back against the wall, leveraging my hips to meet hers, my hands sliding from her waist to the curve of her ass, guiding her movements.

Austin’s breath catches and her rhythm falters for a moment. “I—oh G-God,” she stammers, with a trembling stutter.

“Come for me, babe,” I growl out a demand, driving into her harder, deeper, pulling her closer until her entire body tenses in my arms.

Fuck yeah….

The loud echo of her orgasm vibrates off the tile walls, her fingers raking up the back of my neck as she unravels around me. The sight of her like this—wet tits, hard nipples, water dripping all over her body—sends me over the edge.

My grip tightens, and I thrust inside her one last time, groaning as the release takes me, the intensity stealing my breath.

For a moment, the only sound is the water cascading around us, and the heavy, shared rhythm of our breathing. She slumps forward, resting her forehead against my shoulder, her body trembling slightly.

“I am so lucky you’re an athlete. Few men have this kind of stamina.”

I nod.

Smack her ass.

As the heat of the moment subsides, Austin lets out a small laugh, her breath warm against my neck. “We’re going to end up pruned if we stay like this much longer.”

I grin, running a hand up her back and gently nudging her to sit upright. “Alright, let’s make good use of this shower as it was intended.”

Carefully, I help her off my lap, holding her steady as her feet find the tile. She glances at me, her cheeks flushed, water glistening on her skin, and I swear I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

“Pass me the body wash,” she says, her tone light and teasing as she scans the nooks built into the tile interior. “I have to say, for a dude you have a great selection.”

I grab the bottle from the shelf and squeeze some of the gel into my palm before handing it to her, lathering it between my hands. The cherry almond scent fills the steam-filled air as I start with her shoulders, hands gliding over her skin in slow, deliberate movements.

“This feels suspiciously like a massage,” she murmurs, tilting her head to the side to give me better access.

“Yup.” My thumbs dig gently into the muscles along her neck, kneading gently.

Austin's shoulders relax under my touch, and a low hum escapes her lips.

She raises her arms above her head, and I don’t hesitate. My hands move lower, running over her chest, fingers splaying as I spread the foam across her curves. My hands glide over her tits, firm and full, taking my time as the water rinses the suds away, only for me to lather her up again .

Her skin is impossibly slippery under my palms.

I smirk, sliding my hands down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, before stepping back. “Turn around.”

She obeys, wet hair clinging to her back, a dark, gleaming waterfall that I can’t help but reach for. I gather it up in one hand and drape it over her shoulder, exposing the elegant line of her spine.

Lathering my hands—this time with shampoo—I work the gel into her hair, fingers threading through the thick strands as I massage her scalp.

She sighs, leaning slightly into my touch.

Closes her eyes.

“This is nice,” she says softly, voice almost drowned out by the rhythm of the water.

“Yeah,” I agree, my voice low. “It is.”

She shifts slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small, content smile.

“Your turn,” she says suddenly, turning to face me, her hands now reaching for the same bottle of body wash. “Don’t move.”

Her hands find my chest, gliding over the hard planes with deliberate precision. Her touch is firm but teasing, and when her fingers skim down to my stomach, she bites her lip, suppressing a grin.

“I could lick these abs.” Her hands dip lower as her palms smooth over my skin, over my stomach.

I lift my arms. “Be my guest.”

Flattery will get you everywhere.

And everything.

Her hands slide lower, and my breath catches. She’s thorough, taking her time with each stroke, each movement of her hands a tantalizing mix of playful and seductive.

“Careful,” I warn, my voice rough.

Dick tingling.

Blood rushing .

We just had sex, but I watch as my cock stiffens again.

Watch as Austin drops to her knees …