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“Simon…” Her voice was breathy, barely audible over the rush of water.

I bent my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when she gasped. Her fingers tangled in my wet hair, holding me close, and I lavished attention on her until she was trembling against me. I switched to the other breast, and she moaned, a sound that went straight to my cock.

Then her hand wrapped around my erection. I groaned against her skin as she stroked me, her grip firm and confident. She knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly how to drive me insane.

I slid my hand around to the back of her neck and brought her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply while she continued working me through her fist. The dual sensation—her tongue against mine, her hand pumping my cock—had me dangerously close to the edge within minutes.

Then she broke the kiss. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she pressed her palm flat against my chest and pushed me back against the shower wall. The cool tile was a shock against my heated skin, but I didn’t care, because Raina was kissing her way down my body.

Down my chest. My stomach. Lower.

I knew where this was heading. And I was dying for it.

She settled onto her knees, water streaming over her shoulders, and looked up at me through her lashes. Her lips parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them.

And then she took me into her mouth.

“Fuck.”

I watched my cock slide past her lips, watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, and the visual alone nearly finished me. Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridges along my shaft before she took me deeper.

“Raina…” Her name was a groan, a prayer. I slid my fingers into her wet hair, not guiding, just anchoring myself as the pleasure built.

She worked me with seductive skill, her mouth hot and tight as she sucked, her fingers gripping the base of my shaft as her hand slid up and down my shaft. She found a rhythm that had my hips jerking involuntarily, and my breathing coming in ragged gasps.

It didn’t take long before I was on the edge.

“Stop,” I managed, the word strangled. “You need to stop or I’m going to—”

She didn’t stop. Her eyes met mine, defiant and knowing, and she took me even deeper, her throat constricting around the head of my cock as she swallowed.

I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, ripping a guttural groan from my chest. I came hard, spilling into her mouth, and she took everything I gave her without hesitation. She kept sucking until I was completely spent, my legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath me.

Only then did she release me, pressing a soft kiss to my hip before rising to her feet, a satisfied smile on her lips.

I stared at her through the steam, my chest heaving, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

And I was perfectly okay with that.

I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her as the water continued to rain down on us. She fit perfectly, her head tucked beneath my chin, her body soft and warm against mine.

But we weren’t done. Not by a long shot. I had plans for her tonight. Plans that involved that king-sized bed, my mouth between her thighs, and making her come so many times she forgot her own name.

This was just the beginning.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Raina

There was adefinite spring in my step as Simon and I walked into the restaurant the following morning, our fingers intertwined. I knew I was smiling—probably glowing, too—and I didn’t care who noticed. My body still hummed with the aftereffects of last night, and this morning, when Simon had woken me with his mouth trailing down my stomach and his hands parting my thighs…

Multiple orgasms, I thought, smothering a grin.That’s the technical term for why I look like this.

As lazy and content as I’d felt curled up against Simon’s warm body, neither of us had forgotten why we were here. We still had business to attend to, and limited time to make an impression on Alexander. Showing up late, or not at all, would have reflected poorly on Simon and the firm, so we’d eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, showered—no distractions this time, despite the temptation—gotten dressed, and headed downstairs.

But God, part of me wished we could have stayed tangled in those sheets, and each other, all day.