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He grunted, his hips stuttering as they pushed against my hand.

“Keep it up, Justice, and I’m going to come all over your hand.”

“Like I’m about to come all over yours? Don’t think either one of us is stopping,” I muttered, losing my motion in my haze of pleasure.

“No, don’t think we are.”

He pinched my nipple again as he pinched my clit and I lost it. My cry echoed off the tiles in the shower as I came all over his hand.

His arms pulled me tighter against his chest, but my hand didn’t stop, even if my legs were barely holding me up.

Because I wanted to feel this man come. I wanted to hear him let go. And I wanted to be the one to do it to me.

“Let me feel you.”

“Justice,” he warned, trying to fight me off, but it wasn’t working.

I worked him harder, my thumb rubbing over his tip again and again and finally, with a loud curse, I felt his hot release over my hand and on my ass.

And holy hell, it was so damn hot.

I was never one who wanted to try anal, but feeling that, feeling how good that was just leaking over me, it became something that was a must do.

“I don’t think we got clean,” he panted out, leaning back against the wall and holding me to him.

“Not really. But you know what that means, right?”

“What’s that?”

“That we do have to get clean, lumberjack, all so you can dirty me up in the bed again.”

He spun me around so fast, I laughed as I almost lost my balance.

“I know you were a naughty, dirty, bad girl. And I think I love it. Because it matches my side just fine.”

He lifted me up, making my legs lock around his waist as he led us back under the spray. Though the look in his eye told me that maybe getting clean wasn’t happening quite yet.

And I was okay with that too.

Chapter 10

Who's Up For PDA?

I woke in the middle of the night, my dick hard and aching, all because of the gorgeous woman in my arms. We spent a round in the shower, a round on the bed, decided we needed food, and had a round in the kitchen. I will never breathe a word to my best friend about that part because he would kill me.

But I wasn’t done.

I wanted more.

With a wicked grin, I shimmed down her body and pushed her thighs open, breathing in her smell. It was sweet, with a scent that was all her own.

I know she complained earlier, saying she was too big for her to be sitting on my face, but I would never say those words. In fact, like every man has said, that if I died being under her like that, I was dying a happy man, and that was true.

She shivered as I spread her wider, settled between her thighs, then licked her, from bottom to top, moaning as she exploded on my tongue.

I shook my head, making sure she could feel my beard against her thighs and she groaned, her hands moving to hold onto my hair.

I looked up at her as my tongue swirled around her clit and her eyes opened, dazed.