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“Just like that.” I pant the words. My pulse pounds through my ears. A long, satisfied groan bursts out of me as my cum shoots all over her stomach and leg.

She’s wearing a pleased grin when I lift my gaze to her face.

“You’re so naughty. Interfering with my plans.” The doofy grin on my face negates the playful scolding I’m trying to give her. “Now put your hands on the wall for me.”

“You got it,” she says with an extra dose of sass. She turns and presses her palms to the slick tile.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gorgeous.” With my heart rate back to normal and my head clearer, I’m free to take my time, allowing my gaze to devour every inch of bare, wet skin front of me.

I pour bodywash into my palm and lather her up, mapping every curve. When I’m done, I wrap my arms around her body, raising my hands to her breasts, kneading them and teasing her nipples. “You’re irresistible.”

She lets out a happy sigh.

“Don’t conk out on me yet,” I warn as the water pours over us in a constant stream. “I still have a lot of things I want to do with you tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to them.”

I slide my hands down to her hips and turn her around, nudging her back against the tile. Steam curls around us, clinging to the air.

“You have any idea how many people I wanted to punch today for staring at you?”

She flicks her gaze to the ceiling. “Be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.” I trace my fingers along her damp collarbones, then down over the slick tops of her breasts. “But you’re all mine.”

“Yes, I am.”

I lean down and brush a kiss over her lips, trace my tongue against her neck.

Warm water glides over her skin, like it’s following the path my tongue wants to take.

I duck lower and suck her nipple into my mouth.

She lets out a small whimper when I slip my fingers between her legs but it’s not enough.

Lowering myself to the slippery floor, I kiss her stomach, then grip her thighs. “Open for me.”

She slides her foot as far as it can go in the tub. I lift one of her legs, guiding it over my shoulder. A startled noise has me glancing up and she’s clawing at the wall, like she’s afraid she’ll fall.

“I won’t let go.” I swoop in, flattening my tongue and sweeping from her center to her clit, smiling at how good she tastes. Everything I’ve wanted all day.

She gasps and spears her fingers through my hair.

“I wanted to bury my face between your legs the second you showed me those earrings today,” I murmur against her wet skin. With the water pounding over us and my face mashed up against her blond curls, I’m not sure if she hears me or not.

She squirms and moans with every lick. When I latch onto her clit and suck hard, she arches her back, pushing herself against my face.

My knees ache from kneeling on the tile but fuck I want to make her come so fucking bad.

Her body jerks and she whimpers, but not in the usual sexy way.

I glance up and she’s struggling again.

Water streams in my eyes and up my nose, choking me for a second. I said I wanted to drown in her but not like this.

I reach for the water and shut it off. “Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

“No.” The forlorn but desperate pout on her face tickles an inner sadist I didn’t know I had. “I was so close.”

“I’ll make it worth it.” I drop a kiss on her shoulder. “Promise.”

Damn she’s pretty all surrounded by steam, cheeks rosy from the hot water. I slide the door open and reach for a towel.

“But what if I can’t come now?” She wiggles and rubs her thighs together. “I feel like a bottle of champagne you stuffed the cork back into.”

Jesus, she’s so fucking cute.

“I will dedicate the rest of the night to making sure you come all over my face. Or any other part of me you want.” I yank the other towel free and quickly rough it over my body, wrap it around my hips, then take hers and gently pat her dry.

She’s silent now. No more twitching either.

“You okay?”

She tugs the towel out of my hands and wraps it around her body. “My thighs are too big, aren’t they?” She tips her head toward the shower. “I couldn’t give you enough room to work with?”

“What?” I scowl, confused by the question but not liking the direction it’s headed.

“No.” I swipe my hand over my chest and throw on my cockiest smirk.

“Look, I know I’ve got the body of a thirty-year-old Greek god, but I also have the knees of an eighty-year-old linebacker. Kneeling on the tile was killing me.”

Would I admit that to anyone else? Nope. But I can’t have her thinking she’s the problem. Not even for a second.

Her anxious frown shifts to playful. “And the humility of a rock star at the top of the charts.” Her smile fades. “Sorry, I don’t want you in pain.”

“My own fault for not being able to control myself.” I scoop her into my arms, and she lets out a soft squeak, quickly looping her arms around my neck.

Her skin’s still warm from the shower, slick and damp against mine. The bathroom’s full of steam and the faint scent of her bodywash clings to both of us. I’m going to need to buy my own bottle of whatever that is to use when we’re apart.

I step into the hallway, headed toward her bedroom, which has never seemed farther away.

She buries her face against my neck, her breath warm on my skin, her tongue sliding over a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had.

We may have started out with me giving her some “lessons,” but she’s taught me just as much.

Halfway to her room, Gretel streaks across the hallway, letting out a yowl as if we’ve offended her.

Margot shakes with laughter.

The knot on my towel loosens. My hands are too full to fix it. And a second later, it unravels completely and lands on the floor.

“I’ll get it later,” Margot says, peering over my shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to.” I push the bedroom door open with my foot, then kick it closed after I cross the threshold.

Next to the bed, I stop and set her on her feet.

Margot

My legs shake, too weak to hold me up. Jigsaw doesn’t give me a chance to compose myself, though. He tugs at the towel tucked around my body, ripping it free.

“I need you on the bed.” He cups my face and brushes a kiss on my cheek. “Right now. We have unfinished business.”

“Yes, we do.” I sit on the edge of the bed and scoot into the center. “Where do you want me?”

I stare wide-eyed at the glory of Jigsaw’s naked body as he stalks to the foot of the bed, all coiled intensity, a predator waiting to pounce on his next meal. Me.

“Right in the middle. Up on the pillows.” His voice sharpens, all command and focus—barking orders like he’s directing a scene he’s already played out a hundred times in his head.

Excited by his intensity, I can’t arrange myself in the spot he wants fast enough. I stretch out my legs, crossing them at the ankles.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” He rubs his fingers over his chin.

Fiery sparks race over my exposed skin.

“Feet flat on the bed. You know better.”

I bend my legs, keeping them tight together.

Shaking his head, he rests his knee on the mattress and slides his hands between my legs. Palms against my inner thighs, he pries my legs open. “Stay like that for me.”

He stretches out on his stomach and hooks his arms around my legs, sliding me to his waiting mouth.

“Look at you.” His low, silky murmur travels straight to my center. He dusts small kisses behind my knees, then drags his tongue to the crease of my thigh. “So pretty and wet for me.”

“Well,” I exhale a shaky breath, “we did just get out of the shower.”

He swipes his tongue against me, and I bite my fist to keep from screaming, it feels so good. The empty ache I’d felt in the shower, before we stopped, pulses to life as he lazily slides his tongue along the seam of my lips.

He lets out a long, contented groan. My vision swims but I force myself to focus on him. How much he seems to love pleasing me.

He licks, kisses, and sucks at me with a need so wild it vibrates through his whole body.

His arms are locked around my thighs, holding me open, fingers spreading me, tongue teasing me higher and higher.

The bed rocks beneath us, jolting with every thrust of his hips against the mattress, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Sensations overwhelm me but watching his excitement while using his mouth on me pushes me over the edge.

My vision goes black; I spread my legs impossibly wider and grind myself against him.

“Yes,” he mumbles against me, sliding his tongue higher to circle my clit.

My low whimpers twist into sharp screams as he gently sucks.

“Oh.” Broken sounds babble from me, and I let out another long moan when he slides a finger inside me, then another, carefully stretching and exploring me.

“I…I…”

“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thigh while his fingers keep working their magic. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whine and twist my hips.

“You’re soaked. Dripping all over me.” He wiggles his tongue against me. “I love it so fucking much.”

He shoves his fingers into me harder, shaking my body, and lowers his head again.

Heat races over my skin. He groans and grips one thigh tighter, then curls his fingers inside me, rubbing and rubbing at a spot that sets off a blinding white flash behind my eyes.

He keeps licking and kissing, keeping my body purring and wanting, not allowing me a chance to come down.

“Oh my God,” I whimper and try to press my knees together. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He releases my leg but continues to work his fingers inside me in an erratic rhythm. “You’re nice and ready for my cock. Aren’t you?”

“So ready.”

“Good.” His mouth is a hot brand against my skin as he drops kisses over my stomach, up my ribs to the undersides of my breasts. His lips close around my nipple, licking and tugging. A shudder of pleasure rolls through me.