After another tumble on the floor they’d guzzled some Gatorade and headed to the bedroom for more, as her knees had picked up some uncomfortable rug burns in their escapades and she’d been ready for the soft cushion of her pillowtop. But even as she savored the memory of last night, the reality of what they’d done was harsh in the morning light. Two hands above her head against the shower wall, she closed her eyes and allowed the water to pour over her in the hopes of washing away her reckless behavior. She didn’t hear the shower door open, but when she felt familiar yet strange hands reaching around and cupping her breasts, she swallowed a groan as he drew her close to his hard body and his erection pressed against her bottom. This was crazy, she ought to say to him. But the man was doing insanely wonderful things with his fingers and it was hard to actually form the words that would complete the sentence. She was already slick and her knees wobbled. “Careful now, showers are dangerous places,”
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