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I continue my ministrations, slowing my movements until her breathing returns to normal, then instead of washing myhand under the water, I bring it to my mouth, licking my fingers as she watches me through hooded eyes.

“Oh, God,” she whispers almost breathlessly, and I can’t stop the small smile that pulls at my lips.

“God had nothing to do with that.”

Keeley rolls her eyes before her lips pull into a smirk, and she spins me around against the side wall, lowering to her knees. I’m ashamed to say the image of her sucking my cock delays my reaction, and she’s almost to the floor when I grip under her arms.

“Not a chance.” I pull her to standing, my cock pulsing as if to ask me what the fuck I think I’m doing. And I have to wonder the same. Only… “We’re not doing that today. Not here. Not now.” I have to hold strong to that.

Keeley raises a single brow as she sucks her lips into her mouth, biting back a grin. “You may be the boss out there.” She points toward the door before settling her finger at the tip of her mouth, her smile seductive. “In here, we’re equals, and if I want to drop to my knees, I’ll drop to my goddamn knees. Got it?” Her voice holds no room for negotiation, and my cock fucking knows it. The greedy asshole thickens to uncomfortable levels, my tip brushing against Keeley’s stomach. “Good.” She smiles, taking my erection as the response she needs to try again.

This time as she drops to her knees, I throw my towel on the floor, softening her fall, and her gaze snaps to mine, smiling in thanks.

I open my mouth to speak, until she silences me, wrapping her glistening lips around my tip, sucking me into the back of her throat. “Jesus Christ.”

My hand shoots out to flatten against the wall behind her and I hunch over, my muscles contracting as her mouth works me into a frenzy.

She smooths her tongue against the base of my length, curling it and gliding a path back to the tip, the sensation making my pulse spike.

After wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she pumps me a few times before sucking me in rhythm, her movements picking up speed until I have to bite my arm to stop myself from cursing.

It’s been years since I allowed anyone to get this close, and it fucking shows. It’s only been a few minutes, and my balls are so tight I’m going to explode any second. “You need to stop,” I grate, the words leaving my mouth with a breath.

Keeley shakes her head, pulling a groan from the back of my throat.

“You need to stop,now,” I demand, trying to move back, only stopping when I hit the wall behind me, giving Keeley the chance to tighten her grip on my thighs.

My body shudders as Keeley drags me back into her, taking me so deeply that my tip hits the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck.” My cock jerks as my head drops back. I clench my teeth, trying to last longer until Keeley moans around me, the vibrations sending me over the edge. I jolt forward, unable to stop my cum from filling her mouth, apologizing as she glances up at me, swallowing with a smile.

She doesn’t release me until I beg her to stop, and even then, she sucks one last time before pulling off with a pop.

“God, that was satisfying,” she moans and I choke on a laugh.

“For you?”

“Yep. Hopefully it was good for you too.”

She stands and steps back under the water, drawing my eyes to the way her wet hair clings to her face and to the water cascading down her naked body. A body I could stare at all fucking day.

“Looks like I’m going for the wet look today.”

“What?” My gaze drops to her pussy before flashing to her eyes to find her biting back a laugh.

“I meant my hair.” She turns the tap off and squeezes the water from the strands, her confidence back in place. “Sorry, did you need the shower?”

I snap out of my messed-up trance to match her conviction. I’m a powerful man, for fuck’s sake.

Keeley leans past me, bending down to grab her towel, and her breasts brush against my cock, making me hard again. I turn in the hope that she doesn’t notice, but no such luck.

“I can go again, if you want.” She dusts her tongue across my tip, and I grunt as I step back, shaking my head, moving out of her reach this time.

I could go again too. Only we shouldn’t be here. We both have work to do.

And on top of that, if I stay, this woman is going to be the death of me. I need to maintain some level of control.

Chapter Twenty-Nine