Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Gio: I carry you to the couch, strip off whatever you're wearing, and make sure you forget every stressful thing that happened today.
Austin: What if I don’t want it on the couch?
Gio: Then I take you wherever you want. Bed, kitchen counter, shower…
Austin: Shower. Now there’s an idea.
Gio: Stop it.
Austin: Stop what?
Gio: You, soaking wet? I just got hard.
Austin: YOU ARE AT WORK.
Gio: What are you saying—I can’t get hard at work?
Austin: I didn’t make you think about me in the shower.
Gio: You planted the idea and now I won’t be able to stop thinking about it.
Austin: Well I have office hours today and you have to meet with Tyler.
Gio: When are your office hours?
Austin: Technically they’re right now.
Gio: I’m skipping Tyler. I’m dirty and need a shower.
Austin: LOL you are not dirty.
Gio: I AM.
Austin: You’re not skipping Tyler.
Gio: Watch me.
Austin: Gio.
Gio: Austin. Meet me at my place in 40 minutes.
Austin: This feels so wrong. I never skipped school a day in my life.
Gio: Okay nerd.
Gio: Tell me you don’t want the wettest, hottest orgasm of your life. From behind.
Austin: From behind you say?
Gio: I have that lovely tile bench in there…and 8 jets…
Austin: 8???????
Gio: Have I not mentioned that?
Austin: NO. YOU FAILED TO MENTION YOUR SPA SHOWER.
Gio: My bad. I thought it was implied when I said I wanted to take you in the shower.
Austin: This is information I could have used earlier to make an informed decision.
Gio: So what’s the consensus?
Austin: If I’m skipping work, this better be worth it.
Gio: ABSOLUTELY FUCK YES THIS WILL BE WORTH IT.
Austin: You’re ruining my resolve.
Gio: I’ll worship at your feet while the water gets your body slippery—before I make you scream
Austin: I’m packing up my shit.
Gio: Hurry
Austin: I’m not speeding for you. I can probably be there in 25.
Gio: 24 minutes and 59 seconds too long.
Austin: Don’t make me regret this.
Gio: Get ready for the best shower of your life.
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gio
The second the door shuts behind us, it’s game on.
Austin’s hands are already tugging at my hoodie, her fingers slipping beneath the hem to find bare skin. I yank it over my head and toss it somewhere—I don’t care where. She’s laughing, breathless, as I cup her face and kiss her, backing her toward the hall.
“Impatient much?” she teases against my lips, but her hands betray her, already working at the button of my jeans.
“You started this,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before dragging my mouth down to her neck. She lets out a soft moan, her nails scraping lightly down my chest as my jeans hit the floor.
“That is a lie—you did when you started sexting me.”
My fingers are on the zipper of her conservative pencil skirt, and she’s kicking off her heels, the clatter against the hardwood mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing.
By the time we make it to the bathroom, there’s a trail of clothes leading back to the door—a chaotic breadcrumb trail we’ll probably trip over later.
Not that I’m thinking about that right now.
Who gives a shit about the mess?
Austin stands in front of me in her lace bra and panties, cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed as she spins around. I catch the soft gasp she tries to stifle when she sees the stone-enclosed spa shower with its slate tile, jets on every wall, and the wide bench in the corner.
A rainfall showerhead is mounted in the center.
“Holy smokes, you weren’t kidding,” she says, turning back to me. “How did I not notice this?”
“Because,” I say, my hands finding her hips. “You’ve never showered here before.”
My dick strains against her ass crack, body presses against hers, and I feel the heat between us ignite.
My lips find the curve of her shoulder, trailing kisses along her bare skin, and her soft sigh is all the encouragement I need.
I step around her slowly, letting my fingers brush her waist as I move. Her eyes follow my every movement, dark with anticipation, as I reach for the sleek faucet handles. One twist, then another, and the shower bursts to life.
Water cascades from the showerhead in the ceiling, its sound echoing softly in the spacious enclosure.
Steam begins to rise, curling around us like an invitation, and the room grows warmer by the second.
Sexy.
As.
Fuck.
Her lips curl into a smirk; there’s no mistaking the spark in her eyes. “I’m so ready for this.”
Off come her panties.
Off comes her bra.
Honestly, part of me wouldn’t have minded seeing those delicate pieces of lace clinging to her skin, soaked and plastered to her curves. But I’m not going to complain about her standing there completely naked, water droplets already beginning to kiss her bare body.
Her confidence is intoxicating, the way she stands there unabashed, owning every inch of herself.
My hands itch to touch her, to explore every curve, every line, but for a moment, all I can do is take her in.