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“Thanks for the fun, guys!” Serena waves at us, already jogging down the corridor to her room.

“Thanks for the Dom!” I call out, wiping water from my eyes.

I turn to Damián. He is standing in the middle of the corridor, water dripping from his dark hair, trailing down his chest, and soaking into the low waistband of his swim trunks. His light brown eyes locked onto mine, and wow…

He is absolutely freaking stunning.

“Come on,” I tell him. “We need to shower before we catch a cold.”

I lead him up the grand staircase and down the east wing, pushing open the door to my bedroom. We walk inside, both shivering, dripping wet on the rug.

“Bathroom is in there,” I say, pointing to the white wooden door on the left.

I walk in first, stepping onto the heated tile of the large en-suite. I reach into the glass shower enclosure and crank the handle all the way to hot.

Instantly, steam begins to billow into the air, clouding the mirrors and warming the chill off my skin. I grab a thick white towel from the heated rack and turn back to Damián.

He is standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling, his hooded eyes tracking every movement I make.

“Here,” I say, pressing the towel into his chest. “You can go first.”

I step around him, leaving the bathroom, and pull the door shut behind me.

Oh, God…

My hands are trembling with nerves, and my heart beats so hard I can feel it pulsing in my ears.

I stand in my bedroom, completely alone, and I lean forward, resting my forehead against the bathroom door. I can hear the rush of the hot water hitting the shower floor, so that means Damián is still outside the shower.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and without moving my forehead from the door, I lift my hand and press my palm flat against the wood.

Come on, Ollie. You can do this… just knock.

So I knock.

“Dami…?” I whisper.

And just when I thought that maybe he didn’t hear me, the door rips open and Damián’s arm wraps around my wrist.

He yanks me forward into the steamy bathroom, kicking the door shut behind me.

I let out a loud gasp, but the sound is immediately swallowed by his mouth.

He pushes me back against the door, pinning me with his body, his knee between my legs. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting like champagne, his teeth grazing my bottom lip.

Oh, my God…

I groan, opening up for him, my hands flying up as I slide my fingers through his wet hair, and Damián kisses me like he is starving…

He licks my lower lip, deepening the kiss, biting softly at my jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck that make my knees buckle.

Without breaking the kiss, Damián hooks his arms under my thighs and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms clinging to his broad shoulders, as he carries me across the bathroom and steps directly under the spray of the hot shower.

The warm water hits us, washing away the cold of the rain. Damián presses me against the glass and grinds his body against mine.

Sweet baby Jesus…

I gasp, begging the Lord not to make me cum fast because, wow!