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The guest bathroom connected to her bedroom had a large walk-in shower. Jane hesitated briefly before brushing her teeth, undressing and starting the shower. She was tired but restless and hoped the hot water would help relax her. She washed her hair and rinsed it before scrubbing her body.
Her mind wandered to her boss. He had seemed tense and a little irritated with her, and she leaned her forehead against the shower wall and let the hot water beat over her back. She shouldn’t have gone into his bedroom, but she couldn’t resist. She wanted to see it, wanted to check out his bed like a horny teenager. Apparently, a full belly and a warm place to sleep had brought her libido roaring back to life.
Good. Let’s talk about that kiss yesterday, her inner voice said.
God, had it only been yesterday? It almost felt like a lifetime ago.
Once you’re done with your shower, why don’t you accidentally wander into his bedroom? Tell him you got lost in his giant house.
She scoffed inwardly. Her boss already thought she was an idiot, and despite the kiss they shared, he wasn’t interested in her sexually. How could he be? She was too skinny and too poor and –
“Jane?”
She whirled around. Luke was a dark shadow through the foggy shower glass, and she clapped her arms over her breasts.
“Mr. Dawson? What are you doing in here?”
The door opened, and her eyes widened. Luke was as naked as she was, and her eyes dropped to his cock. It was erect and standing proudly out from his body. She licked her lips and took a nervous step back as he crowded into the shower with her. It was a large shower, but he was a big man, and there were only a few inches of space between her naked body and his.
“Mr. Dawson?” she whispered.
“I told you to call me Luke, remember?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Turn around, Ms. Smith,” he said. “I thought you could use some help washing your back.”
She hesitated before turning around. “Thank you. That’s a very…kind offer.”
“I’m a very kind man,” he said. She jerked when his warm and soapy hands rubbed her upper back briskly. “Hold still, please.”
“Yes, Mr. Dawson.”
He squeezed her right ass cheek, making her twitch and moan. “Luke. Try not to be so forgetful, Ms. Smith.”
She wanted to apologize, but both his hands were on her ass now, and his strong fingers were kneading and squeezing her flesh. It felt amazing, and it took all of her willpower not to lean back and rub herself against his dick.
“Lower your arms,” he demanded.
“Why?”
He made a snort of impatience. “Enough questions, Ms. Smith. Do as you’re told, please.”
She dropped her arms and gasped when he cupped both her breasts. He soaped them before tugging on her nipples. They beaded into hard points, and she gave in and leaned against him.
“Luke, please,” she moaned.
“Ms. Smith,” he chided, “behave yourself.”
She forced herself not to rub against the very hard cock pressing against her ass.
“I’m simply trying to help you bathe, but I get the feeling you’re enjoying this more than you should.” He pulled on her aching nipples. “Are you wet, Ms. Smith?”
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” She was shocked by how bold she was, but she needed him. Needed him in a way that she didn’t understand but didn’t want to ignore.
“Maybe I will,” he teased before rinsing the soap from his hands. His hand passed over her flat stomach. “Open your legs.”
