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He clasped her hand, walked into the doorless shower. It was plenty large for two people with two extra-large faucet heads positioned on two different walls. The first was a standard spray, while the second offered a waterfall experience.
Prescott stood beneath the waterfall, the water drenching him from head to foot. Even soaking wet, he was breathtaking. She felt no shame in gawking, so she stood there, letting the hot water pound her shoulders while she admired the spectacular view.
With sudsy hands, he washed the paint off his face, slowly morphing from the beast back into the man.
Her fingers tingled while electricity powered through her. She pumped shampoo into her hands and reached up to wash his hair. As he peered down at her, he teased her nipples with his thumbs.
Ohgod.
He had this way of knowing exactly what turned her on. Her insides hummed while she trembled from the tender way he caressed her straining nibs.
Seconds passed while she tried to focus on him, but every fiber of her being was captivated by his sensuous touch.
“I love that,” she whispered.
She could let go with Mac, let him do all the dirty things to her, then send him away. But, tomorrow, she would have to face Prescott. It was a troubling thought she’d deal with tomorrow. Now, she would let Mac steal her body—and her mind—with his talented hands, and mouth, and cock.
He tilted his head back, letting the shampoo rinse down his back. Then, he wiped the water from his eyes and peered down at her. Despite the dim lighting, she couldn’t miss the hunger radiating from his eyes.
Within seconds, they were entwined around each other, their mouths greedy. Like wild animals, they clawed and bit each other. The intensity of their desire had her grinding against him.
His hand found her ass and pulled her against his hardness. The kiss continued, their tongues slow and tender one second, feral and untamed the next. The onslaught of pleasure made her insides throb so hard, she thought she’d pass out from pure want.
“I’m dying for you,” she admitted.
“I love making you come,” he said on a growl.
He spun her around, pinned her against the shower wall before she realized what had happened.
The real Prescott Armstrong.
She was trapped between the shower wall and his hard body. Trapped and loving every filthy second of it. He reached around, ran his large hand over her tummy then over the swatch of pubic hair, teasing her clit with his talented fingers.
“Mmm,” she groaned out as more streaks of desire hummed through her.
He slid his fingers between her folds, taking his time to explore her pussy, to caress her gently before he started finger-fucking her.
She couldn’t stop moving, her thoughts hijacked, her body primed for a release. He teased her clit, pumped her with his fingers over and over until her breathing was jagged, her insides on fire, the explosion teetering on the edge.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” he growled in her ear. “And it’s gonna be so good when you do.”
He brushed his lips against her back, licked her skin and bit her shoulder. She yelped, the excitement coursing through her at a ferocious speed. She was flying out of control, rising higher and higher, the glorious waves overtaking her.
With his hard cock pressed against her ass, he fondled her breast, but when he pinched her nipple with one hand and fucked her with his other, the ecstasy started deep inside her.
“Say my name, Jack.”
“Mac,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, Mac, I’m coming so good.”
A volcanic orgasm exploded through her as the waves of euphoria annihilated her. Groaning and crying out, she released into his extremely competent hand. Her knees gave out, but he held her fast against him.
She’d never craved anyone she despised. It was heady, naughty, and so damn good.
Regaining her senses, she turned toward him, wrapped her arms around him, sunk her fingers into his thick, wet hair, and kissed him. One, long, magnificent kiss of gratitude for a man she loathed like no other.
At the end of the day, no one could make her shatter into a million pieces like he could.
No one.
