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I glanced down and yeah, I had to admit it was hot…and starting to drip. The washcloth was only so useful. “Want to shower?” I suggested.

“Sure.” Clayton disappeared around a corner I hadn’t noticed before and after a few seconds, I heard the unmistakable sound of water flowing.

I followed him, hands trying their best to contain our mess. “There’s a shower in here?”

“Did you think I was going to make you run across the basement or up the stairs with cum spilling off your torso?” he asked before grabbing my hand and pulling me further into the dimly lit shower.

“I mean, my bathroom’s not that far, so-”

“Plus, there’s room for two in here. We can shower together…if that’s okay.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice.

ELEVEN

CLAYTON

I knew I was already showing my hand, but fuck it. I was having fun and I didn’t need to be bogging my brain down with any errant thoughts.

It was a credit to Jack, his body, and his willingness to go with my sexual flow that had distracted me until this very moment – with the two of us sharing a dual shower – from fearing Henry somehow coming home early. Everything had happened so fast, I didn’t even think of an excuse for me to be in the basement.

Christmas decorations!

I could say I was pulling out the Christmas decorations. It wasn’t too early for that.

“What are you thinking about? You seem very disinterested in my body for someone who was literally inside me a few minutes ago.”

“So-sorry. Shit, it’s…uh, definitely nothing sexy.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jack said, leaving his stream for mine. He pressed his body against mine and I swallowed. This close to me, it was clear how much taller he was. I was staring at his nose. “I think it’s very sexy,” he added before pushing my chin up with his fingers, thumb on my chin.

I stood there and all I could think about was his soft dick was touching mine. Somehow. Probably because it was hanging so damn low.

“Well, now I’m starting to think you’re having second thoughts,” Jack said, self-interpreting my silence.

“No! I just…was coming up with an excuse to be down here if Henry came home early.”

“Oh.” Jack’s hand dropped from my chin to my waist, but he stayed pressed against me. “Would that be a problem? If he found us?”

I laughed at the thought. “In here would be a problem.”

“What does he think is in here anyway?” His hand creeped up to my neck which he started rubbing.

“Mmmm. That feels good.” I closed my eyes and shrugged. “Storage? Electrical stuff?”

Jack laughed at my response. “There’s no fucking way he believes that. He probably thinks his Christmas presents are kept here. You’re lucky he hasn’t cut the lock off.”

“Well, now that you’re here, he stays out of the basement.”

“So, I’m your dirty little secret that protects your other dirty little secret?”

I rolled my eyes, then said, “I think you’re my clean little secret now.”

“Worst”–Jack grabbed my ass with one hand–“dad joke”–and then the other–“ever.” His lips pressed against mine for a few seconds. “But I can forgive you.”

I was speechless. I thought this was just sex, but…maybe it was more for him?

“Should I not have kissed you again?”