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I hummed as I gestured for him to step under the spray and rinse. “You know the beauty of our arrangement? We can decide exactly what it looks like. Us. No one else.”

“So, you won’t judge me for jumping from a relationship into…our arrangement?”

“No.” I’d told him this already, but if Ethan needed to hear it again to feel good about this? Then I’d tell him every day. “I will never judge you, Ethan. Especially not if you’re doing something that makes you happy.”

“You’re too perfect,” he said wistfully, reaching up to cup my jaw. “You can’t be real.”

“I’m definitely real. Better yet, my tongue in your hole is going to feel very real indeed.”

Chapter 20

Ethan

Ihadn’t been wrong when I’d told Rami that mouth of his could get him into trouble.

And he hadn’t been wrong when he’d replied, “trouble or Heaven.”

Because, what he was using it for right now felt a whole lot like heaven to me.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my fingers scrabbling at the wet tile. “Please. Don’t stop.”

Rami made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. It was hard to tell given he had his face buried between my cheeks. His tongue was spearing into my hole, driving me crazy.

Thank fuck for his hands on my hips. Without them, I thought I would’ve collapsed long before now. Gone was the idea that I wouldn’t be able to come again. The question wasn’t if, but when.

I shoved back against his face wantonly as my cries echoed off the tiles. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Who even was I? I wasn’t the kind of photographer who let his model rim him in the shower.

Well…obviously I was. But I hadn’t been before Rami. Something about him had me throwing all of my preconceived notions of myself out the window.

I was damn fucking glad I had.

My skin was on fire, the water doing nothing to douse the flames. My cock bobbed between my thighs, desperate and aching. I didn’t touch it though—I wasn’t ready for this to end. I needed this. I needed more. “Fuck me. Please.”

Rami pulled away, kissing my pucker twice before sitting back on his heels. “I can’t. We don’t have lube.”

Fuck. He was right. We didn’t. I glanced down at him over my shoulder, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice. “Think there’s any chance the estate will have supplied some?”

He groaned. “God, how I wish I could give you a different answer.”

Rami reached down to stroke his engorged cock and a needy whine came out of me. I’d probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now, I wanted to test the limits of my body. I wanted Rami to fill me up until he was the only thing I could feel. To fuck me so hard that I forgot about today. Hell, the last several months. I wanted him to impale me so deeply that I’d feel him with every step I took tomorrow.

I twisted to palm his face. “Fuck, Rami. What’ve you done to me? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this badly.”

“I want you too, Eth,” he said hoarsely before releasing his cock and smoothing his hand up the back of my leg. “So much that it’s hard to breathe.”

I gave him a crooked grin. “Guess we’ll have to keep exploring the benefits side of our friendship.”

He kissed my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can’t fucking wait. Right now, I need to taste you. Can I?”

“I think you’ve already done that.”

“True.” He tapped on my shin to indicate that I should take a step back. “But I was thinking of tasting you somewhere else.”

He stood up briefly and pumped conditioner into his hand. I perked up, only for him to shake his head ruefully. “I’m not fucking you with just conditioner as lube, Ethan.”

“Spoilsport,” I muttered, although I was secretly pleased by how he was looking out for me. I eyed his bald head. “Why do you need it, then?”

He smirked. “It’s no good for my cock, but I think it’ll work for a finger or two.”