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As if she knows where the camera is, I only get a look at her back before she disappears behind the shower screen.

If I were a good man, this is the moment I would turn the feed off and get on with my day, but her silhouette among the steam is enough to keep my eyes glued to the screen.

Rearranging my hard cock, I thank my forethought for not bothering to change out of my sweatpants after Chloe stormed out of my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

She won’t be sleeping in the room she’s come to think of as hers for another night, and I’ll be waking her up at the edge of an orgasm I have no intentions of giving her until she agrees to marry me.

Is it fair?

Fuck no.

But I’ll do what I have to do to keep her.

Chloe will be my wife, and the sooner she accepts that, the sooner we can start our life together.

Soon she’ll see there’s no sense fighting fate.

Steam fills the bathroom, obstructing my view further, but I’m no less turned on by the show she doesn’t realize she’s putting on for me.

Her hands glide over her soft curves, her nipples peaked each time she steps out of the water for a moment, and this time when I rearrange my cock, I give it a rough squeeze to relieve some of the pressure building in my balls.

Not that it helps.

I have a feeling they won’t stop aching until I’m inside her pretty pussy.

Chloe’s hand ghosts down her body, pausing between her legs.

I lean closer to the screen, a chuckle climbing up the back of my throat.

Oh, she’s feeling bold this morning.

I flick the sound on, something I hadn’t bothered to do before, knowing I would hear little else than water hitting tiles.

A soft moan meets my ear, and I shove myself out of my seat.

I meant it when I said she wouldn’t be coming until she had my ring on her finger, and that includes at her own hand.

I close the distance between my office and her bedroom, stepping into the steamy bathroom without hesitation.

Stripping out of my clothes quietly, I can’t help but watch as her hand moves between her thighs, her silhouette almost as erotic as watching the show front on.

She hasn’t noticed me yet, and I can’t help but smirk at how she’s let her walls down since she came here.

As hard as she fights her need to give in to me, her body and mind trust me. They know she’s safe here, safe with me, and that’s already a win.

Once I’m naked, I step into the open end of the shower, not pausing until my body presses to hers and burning hot water falls against me.

Chloe lets out a little squeal of surprise as one of my hands covers hers between her legs, and the other wraps around her throat, holding her in place against me.

“King.” The word is almost lost in the beating of water against tiles.

“Are you being a bad girl, Mama?”

“No.”

“Really? Because I explicitly told you there would be no orgasms until you agreed to marry me, and yet here you are playing with what belongs to me with no ring on your finger.”