“Well, I'll be quick then. It's the only thing I doquickly—take showers, you know what I mean?"
His eyes grow wider, and the payback of torture feels good in my hands. I lower my hand to his belt, unhooking it in one swift move, unlike I'm typically coordinated enough to do. I guess sometimes lifecanthrow me a bone.Pun intended.
Wesley undresses in a matter of a few seconds, pulling a condom out of his pocket before turning around to show me his perfect ass. Lost among the perfect view, I snap out of my haze when he pulls the shower curtain around the both of us, pushing me under the water and against the wall as his lips fiercely claim mine. Along with the steam growing around us, I'm taken under by a weakness just as he lifts me up, allowing my body to entwine his. Each time I open my eyes, I see a gorgeous man with water dripping down his body and strands of dark hair hanging in his lustful eyes. The moments seem unreal as he shows me what I dismissed in exchange for sleep a couple of weeks ago.
The sounds from my throat echo in the confined space, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I didn't care at all until Layla charged her fist against the door. “Be quiet, or I'm coming in there," she shouts.
I throw my head back with laughter, and Wesley presses his forehead against the shower wall. “She will walk right in," I warn him, even though I was the one making the noises.
“I don't doubt it, but I'm more than satisfied with what I have here, so you will need to keep it down until we get back to my place."
“Then that butter churning thing you did to me will have to wait too because I can't control what will happen if you do that again. I appreciate how you handle dairy activities with so much care."
“Wow.You know the name for that position?" he asks.
“What? You don‘t?" I respond.
“I did, it's my secret weapon."
“I see, well churn a little harder next time then. That butter will not make itself."
“Damn," he says, chuckling with a sound of excitement.
I should stop talking so dirty since I'm not sure what I'm even saying, but then again, what's the worst that can happen after churning a little butter?
