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There’s another long pause. I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Okay," she finally whispers. "But no touching. And you stay out there. I mean it, Chace."

Holy fuck. Am I dreaming? I'm asleep by the fire. This is a dream. That's the only explanation for what is currently happening in this campground shower stall right now. "Deal." I finally manage. Because if this is a dream, I’m all the fucking way in.

After another second of hesitation, the curtain slides open. Addie is staring at me with those dark brown eyes, hooded and heavy with something that hits me square in the chest and travels straight down to my dick.

I let my gaze drop. Water runs in rivulets down her throat, over her collarbone, tracing the curve of her perfect breasts. Her nipples are pink and hard from the water, or from what she was doing before I interrupted her. I think about what it would be like to place my mouth on them and graze my teeth over the sensitive skin. What it would be like to put that pink bud between my lips and suck. I wonder what kind of noise she would make.

My eyes track lower.

To her hand. Specifically, to what's in her hand.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper.

It takes every single thing I have in me not to strip out of my clothes and step into that shower, deal be damned, consequences be damned, Eli be damned — every reasonable thought I've ever had evaporating in the steam between us.

I drag my eyes back up to hers. There’s a flicker of embarrassment there, but it disappears almost immediately, replaced by something much hotter. Lust. For me. For this. "Don't let me stop you, baby." My voice comes out lower than I intend. "Show me what you were doing to yourself. I'll stay right here. I promise."

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she lifts her hand and cups her own breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. She tips her head back into the spray, eyes fluttering shut, water skimming over the curves of her body in a way that makes me insanely jealous it gets to touch her like that. With the toy still fisted in her other hand, she trails it slowly down her stomach, following the path the water takes, toward her center.

There is nothing — not one single thing on this earth — that could move me from this spot right now. The whole campground could ignite around us. I would stand here and burn with a smile on my face and die considering it a life well lived.

She's perfect. Every inch of her. Tanned skin from long hours in the sun, long legs, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts — all of it. Perfect in a way that makes my chest ache alongside everything else that's throbbing in me right now.

Her fingertips brush her center, and a soft moan escapes her lips. My eyes lock there. I watch her work in slow circles around her clit. It is, without question, the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. She slips one slender finger inside herself, and my cock presses so hard against the zipper of my jeans it's genuinely concerning.

I watch her finger disappear again and again. She slips in and out slowly, and I flick my eyes up to hers. They're already closing, head falling back, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Look at me, Addie," I demand.

Her eyes fly open and find mine.

"That’s my girl." The words come out low. "Now take that toy and pretend it's me. Because I am so fucking hard for you right now, I need to imagine myself inside you."

She lets out a soft moan and moves the toy toward her entrance, and I might actually die in this shower stall. I don't break eye contact with her as I reach down and unbuckle my belt.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face.

"Don't stop," I whisper. "I'm not coming in. I just thought you might want some inspiration. Get a good look at the real thing." I unzip my jeans and free my cock in one movement, wrapping my hand around it, looking her dead in the eyes as I stroke it once, twice. "You know you want to, Addie."

She holds my gaze for one long, breathless second. Then she slides the toy inside herself — slow, so agonizingly slow — and my grip tightens around my shaft. Her legs part wider as she leans against the shower wall, head dropping back for just a moment before she remembers and brings her eyes back to mine. She starts to move it in slow, deep thrusts that I feel in my fist like it's my own body she's taking. I lean back against the door and start stroking myself in time with her rhythm. Her gaze flicks between my hand and my eyes. I'm watching the toy disappear inside her, deeper with every push, her lips parted, small sounds escaping that she's not even trying to hold back.

"That's it, baby. Take it harder."

She drives it to the hilt and pulls it back, slamming it home again, and again, and again. My hand moves faster, jaw tight, every muscle in my body pulled taut. The pressure is already building at the base of my spine. "Rub your clit, Sunshine," I manage. "Rub it while you fuck yourself."

Her free hand drops between her legs and she does exactly as she's told, working herself simultaneously, breath ragged now, head falling back against the shower wall. Her whole body is flushed pink from the heat and the effort. I am so far gone I can't grasp reality. Just this right now, her pumping that toy in and out, while I fist myself in turn.

"That's it." My voice is wrecked. "Come for me, Addie. Come all over my cock."

She moves faster. And faster. Her thighs trembling, back arching off the wall. "Chaaaace—" she lets go, loud enough that anyone awake definitely hears my name on her lips.

My name mixed in with her climax pulls me over the edge with her. I grip myself hard as I spill over my own fist, head dropping back against the door, jaw clenched against the sound trying to climb out of my throat. I don't know how long I stand there. Head back, hand still wrapped around myself, the steam thick and warm around us, the sound of the shower the only thing in the world.

I look up at the sound of the curtain being drawn closed. "Addie—"

"Thanks for the towel, Chace." Her voice is impressively steady. "Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning. Don’t wait up."

I stand there for half a second trying to locate my brain, but find only wreckage. I tuck myself back in, zip up, and walk out the door. The lock clicks behind me almost immediately.