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She shivers, pressing her back into my chest. “You do realize this is not going to speed up our getting ready, right?” She tries to sound tough, but her voice is all breathy, and I fucking love how desperate she sounds.

I slide one hand down her slick side and cup her ass, pressing her back against my cock. “If you want to speed things up, you’d better keep your hands to yourself.”

She snorts, but her body melts against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. “As if you’re not the one causing all the distractions,” she grumbles, tilting her head back so the spray hits her face.

I run my nose up the line of her neck, inhaling the wildflower shampoo and the faint trace of sex still clinging to her skin. “I could spend all day distracting you,” I tell her, rubbing my cock against the perfect curve of her ass. “In fact, I think that’s a damn good way to spend a Sunday.”

She shivers, and for a second, I’m ready to pin her to the tile and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name. But I have to play my cards right. Instead of taking her right there, I reach for the shampoo and lather it in my hands, then drag my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp slowly and deeply. She melts against me with a low moan, her whole body going limp. “Holy crap,” she groans. “Keep doing that, and I’ll actually forgive you for being a morning person.”

I chuckle and keep working her hair, loving the way she shivers when my fingers scrape gently along her scalp. “Anything you want, baby. I’ve got you.” I rinse her hair, careful not to get soap in her eyes, and then work the conditioner through the ends.

After rinsing her hair, I reach for the bottle of body wash. I squirt a bunch on a thick washcloth and roll it between my palms, building a thick lather, then glide it across her shoulders, her collarbone, and the arch of her back. Alice tips her head forward, letting the water pound her neck while I work the soap in gentle circles over her skin. I trace every inch, all the places I claimed last night, and every spot I missed.

She moans low in her throat as I work the suds across her chest, my hands gliding over her breasts and down her stomach. She’s soft and slippery, skin flushing under my touch. When I reach her hips, she grabs my wrist, halting me.

“My turn.” She grabs the soapy rag from my hand and works it over my shoulders, my chest, my abs. I can feel her gaze burning through me the whole time, and when her hands slide down to my cock, she gives it a slow, deliberate stroke.

She leans in close, lips against my ear. “You’re not the only one who gets to touch,” she murmurs, and I can’t argue with her. My cock loves her goddamn plan. She gives my cock one more soft stroke, then flashes an evil grin and drops to her knees on the marble floor. “Let’s see if I can figure this out,” she teases, fisting my shaft and giving the head a long, slow lick. Holy. Fucking. Hell.

“Jesus, Alice,” I groan, and brace my hand flat on the tile above her head as she swirls her tongue around the tip, tasting me. My knees buckle, and it takes every ounce of control in my body to stay on my feet. I’m seconds from coming apart all over her tongue, and she hasn’t even started yet. “You’re going to kill me.”

She grins up at me, so goddamn sassy and gorgeous, and then slides her mouth over my cock. Warm. Wet. Heaven. I grit my teeth and dig my fingers into her silky hair.

She works my cock with that filthy little mouth, taking me so deep I nearly black out. Holy hell, she’s got no mercy. I brace myself against the tile and watch her, and the sight of Alice on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, eyes locked on mine, knowing she fucking owns me, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

She bobs her head, fumbling just a little as her tongue swirls around every inch. She pulls back and flicks the tip with her pink tongue. “Okay so far,” she teases.

“Fucking hell,” I growl, ready to fucking self-combust. “Don’t stop.”

She definitely doesn’t. She picks up the pace, messy and wild, not even pretending to take it slow. My vision actually swims. I tangle my hands in her hair and rock my hips, but she doubles down, sucking me so hard I almost lose my goddamn mind right then and there.

“Fuck…” My voice echoes off the tile as I lock my knees, but it’s a goddamn miracle I’m still standing.

She grins up at me, blue eyes full of mischief, and wraps her soft little hand around the base of my cock. Then she goes right back to work, lips stretched sweet and tight, tongue swirling around the head before she swallows me down again. She’s perfect. Made for this. Made for me.

I give her wet hair a gentle tug. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” She moans around my cock, and the vibration nearly takes me out. My balls draw up, and every muscle in my body strains as she bobs her head while working her hand. I know I’m seconds from losing my mind. “Fuck, Alice. I’m going to come.” I give her one last warning, my voice all but shaking as she works me harder, her tongue and lips hot and greedy on my cock.

She doesn’t slow down. She wraps her lips tight around the head, flicking her tongue over the tip before swallowing me down her perfect throat. I brace both hands on the marble and thrust into her mouth, unable to stop myself, her name a growl in my chest.

That’s all it takes. I explode, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I come for her. “Alice!” I bark, the word echoing off the tile, and she just keeps sucking, milking every drop. I never knew anything could feel this fucking good.

She finally pulls back, licking her lips and glancing up with those huge blue eyes. “I nailed it.” She winks adorably, and I barely resist the urge to fall to my knees and beg her to marry me.