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Cam’s eyes widened. “If, um…” He swallowed, raking his eyes over me. When he met my gaze again, he said, “If we get in the shower together, we’re going to end up in bed.”

“Sounds to me like a feature, not a bug.”

His eyebrows flicked up. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” I slid my hands up his back. “When I say I want you—I mean it. Completely.”

Cam gulped. “So if I said that after we shower, I want you to dick me down until I can’t move, you’d be game?”

All the air rushed out of my lungs as a shiver went through me. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll fuck you over a bench right here in the gym.”

He bit his lip, a gesture that had no business being that sexy. His eyes were beautiful anyway, and now they were absolutely on fire with need. “That’s… not much of a deterrent, you know.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. “No, it’s really not, is it?”

“No. It isn’t.”

“So.” I tipped my head toward the stairs. “Shower?”

His grin said it all.

I’d go to my grave wondering how we made it upstairs, out of our clothes, and into my shower. I was lucky I could walk, never mind navigate stairs, but somehow, we got here without one of us falling or something.

And now, every fantasy I ever had blinked out of existence because nothing—fucking nothing —stacked up to holding Cam’s sculpted, naked body against mine.

Hot water rushed over both of us, and we managed to soap up and rinse off, but we were mostly focused on kissing and touching.

My cock was rock hard between us, and every time Cam moved, the friction almost drove me out of my damn mind.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he breathed. “I just… God, I want you.”

Goose bumps sprang up all over my skin beneath the rushing water. “Me too. And this is—I mean, this is a pretty good start, right?”

“Yeah, but…” Cam licked his lips. “I just want to do everything, you know?” He slid his hand between us, down over my dick, and my moan almost drowned out his whisper of, “I’ve been fantasizing about you so much since I got here.”

I rocked my hips, fucking against his palm because I was desperate for friction. “Me… Me too. And I swear, I’ve got stamina, but I’m probably going to come way, way too soon.”

The wicked grin that curled his lips almost made that prophecy come true right then and there. “Can you come more than once?”

I gulped. “I mean, after I’ve recharged a bit, yeah.”

“Good.” He nudged me back a step, and I hissed when my shoulder blades hit the cool wall.

And in my split second of distraction, Cam went to his knees.

Suddenly the wall was the only thing keeping me upright as his talented lips and tongue enveloped my dick.

“Holy shit,” I ground out, staring own at him. I wanted to enjoy the view—drink in the sight of his naked body and wet hair and his lips around me cock, but I’d been teetering on the edge before his knees had touched the floor. “Oh my God. Cam, I’m…”

I couldn’t help rocking my hips a little, and that moan—that thrum of his voice around the head of my dick—took me there in an instant. I managed to brace against the wall and shout “I’m coming!” a heartbeat before he definitely knew I was coming, and he kept pumping me as I unloaded in his tongue.

My knees almost shook out from under me. I had no idea what kind of nonsense tumbled out of my mouth as I came in Cam’s, but holy shit, I was surprised I didn’t pass out or something.

And at least the heat of the shower probably masked some of my blush. I had never gone off that fast. Not even our first time together, and that was saying something.

Slumping against the wall, I tried to catch my breath and not die of embarrassment, especially as Cam rose.

“That was hot as hell,” he purred.

“What?” I laughed nervously. “Me going off in two seconds flat?”

“Turning you on so much that you came that fast,” he said as he draped his arms around my neck. “I love doing that to you.”

Then he had my mouth, the taste of my own cum on his tongue making my head spin even faster.

Christ. I’d come, but I was still so turned on I couldn’t see straight.

I slid my hands down over his perfect ass and murmured, “I promise, I’ll last longer the second time around.”

“I figured.” He grinned against my lips. “And I doubt this will be the last time I blow you, so…”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, shivering between him and the wall. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.”

“Not unless we’re sharing a hallucination.”

“That would be a feat.” I put my hands on his waist and turned him, nudging him against the wall. “But it wouldn’t be a fair if only I got off, right?”

Cam bit his lip, arching off the wall. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Standing up is kind of awkward for oral,” I said, sliding my hand down to his hip. “And it’s a good way to break our necks if we try to fuck.”

The laugh that burst out of him made me almost as dizzy as my orgasm had. Holy hell, this man was gorgeous. “Yeah, shower sex is… hazardous.”

“Mmhmm. But you always liked when I used my fingers before.” I raised my eyebrows.

He whimpered softly. “Uh-huh. I did.”

“It’s been a while, though. You might have to guide me a little.”

“Just be gentle and slow.”

I grinned. “Okay, that much I remember.”

“Good.” He guided my hand between his legs, which was all the green light I needed.

It had been a long, long time, and we’d both been clumsy and clueless back then, but with some trial and error, I’d learned to get him off. And it turned out, some things were just like riding a bike.

“Oh God…” He closed his eyes and pressed back against the wall, rolling his hips as I made light circles with my fingertips. “Fuck…”

“That good?”

Eyes still squeezed shut, he nodded. “Y-yeah. Oh my God…”

Maybe we should’ve waited until we were in bed, because I wasn’t so sure I could hold myself up. The rush I got from turning him on like this made my knees weak and almost turned my spine to liquid.

I’d manage, though. Whatever it took to keep him moaning and trembling like that.

I pressed my other forearm against the wall for balance, and I found his mouth with mine.

His kiss was less deliberate and calculated this time, but no less intense—it was messy and needy, breathless and hungry.

He gripped my shoulder in one hand, my hair in the other, and every whimper and moan vibrated across my lips and made the whole room spin.

I was barely even aware of the hot water anymore.

Nothing existed except Cam getting hotter and hotter as I teased him and kissed him and held him and?—

Fuck, I couldn’t believe this was real. That he’d kissed me in the gym. That he’d dropped to his knees and blown me. That I was fingering him closer and closer to oblivion. That I might… Oh my God, I might get to hear and feel and make him come right here, right now, in my shower.

I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to his. “You are so fucking hot,” I slurred. “Jesus, Cam.”

He clawed at my shoulders, trembling hard between me and the wall as he rutted against my fingers. “I want to come. And… I want you to fuck me. I’m…” He trailed off into a moan.

“I’ll absolutely fuck you,” I said hoarsely. “Any way you want it.”

The strangled sound he made was too damn sexy for words. His fingernails dug into my shoulders, and he shuddered hard, arching off the wall as he whined, “Oh my God…”

I stared at him, utterly mesmerized as he started to fall apart in my arms. That I was the one doing this to him—blew my damn mind.

“Let me see you come,” I pleaded. “Fuck yeah, baby, let me?—”

He gasped, and then cried out, his voice echoing off the marble walls as he bucked between me and the wall, rubbing hard against my fingers and swearing and nearly falling to pieces.

If I hadn’t already come myself, I’d have gone off from this alone. No fantasy, no porno, no prior experience—nothing held a candle to Cam unraveling into oblivion in my arms.

With a harsh, ragged breath, Cam slumped against the wall, panting and trembling, still holding my shoulders in a painful death grip. “Holy shit…”

“That is so hot,” I murmured.

He grinned and kissed me lightly. “You’re telling me. I was the one coming.”

“I know. And I want you to be the one coming again.”

Cam bit his lip. “Good thing neither of us has anywhere to be today, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh. Good thing.” I reached back and turned off the water. Without the rush of the shower, my voice echoed in the suddenly silent bathroom. “How about we move this into the bedroom so I can fuck you?”

Cam closed his eyes and shivered as if the question alone had reignited his orgasm. When he opened them again, they were full of fire as he rasped, “Bedroom. Now.”