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“Why do you have to look like that?” I mutter in disgust.
He steps underneath the spray and groans, rolling his neck side to side with his eyes closed.
“You still staring?” he asks as he tips his head back and soaks his dark hair. He peels an eye open and looks at me. “Either go and pack or take off your clothes and get in.”
The blood in my veins heats. Whatever I do, it’ll look like I’m following his orders.
“Five… four…”
“What’s with the counting?” I demand as I unzip my skirt. My movements are jerky, fueled by anger that once again, Jet has control. I should have chosen the packing option.
I glance down at his hardening dick and my pussy throbs in response.
Or not.
He pushes the water through his hair, his biceps bulging. “If I get to one and your lips aren’t wrapped around my cock, then you’ll find out.”
“Asshole,” I snap.
“Three… two…”
I shove my skirt down and tear my blouse off over my head. Jet frowns as the water obscures his vision. He moves out from under the spray, his attention fixed on me in my cobalt blue lace bodysuit.
“You like it?” I reach around and unhook the top section. “You bought it when we were in New York.”
“You paid for that with my money?” He leans against the tiles, running his hand around his jaw as he forgets to count.
“Yep. Check your card statement.”
His eyes flare with desire as I peel the lace down, freeing my breasts. I push it over my hips, stepping out of it as it hits the floor. “There’ll be an entry on it that says, ‘Ava won this one’.”
He lunges forward and grabs my wrist. “I don’t think so.” His eyes drop over my body, making me shiver. “I always win, Ava.” He pulls me under the water, his lips dusting my ear. “One,” he whispers.
I gasp as he pushes me to my knees.
He grabs the base of his cock and taps the head against my lips. I blink up at him. The water’s falling behind him, flowing down over his shoulders, the tiny droplets gleaming in the light. He looks like sin. And after last night, I know he tastes like it, too.
“Open.”
He rubs the crown across my lips, smearing pre-cum over them, then pulls my hair, jerking my head back.
“Open your mouth, Ava, so I can fuck your throat.”
I hold his eyes and part my lips. He pushes the fat head past them, sliding all the way in, making me gag.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasps as his other hand slides into my hair.
My eyes water as he picks up his pace, fucking my mouth with deep, guttural groans. The sight of him has heat flooding my core, and I put my hand between my thighs to give myself some relief.
“You ready to swallow my cum again?”
I whimper around his dick.
“I knew you were a good girl beneath all that brattiness.” He strokes a tear from my cheek, his gaze softening.
I gurgle in defiance, but he picks up the pace again, his hips thrusting hard.
“Fuck!” he roars.
