Page 77 of Ruthless Enforcer

She's looking at me like I'm hers.

"Clara," I murmur, my voice rougher than I intend.

"Yeah?"

I should say something smart. Something that reestablishes the boundaries we agreed on. Something that reminds us both that we have an end date.

Instead, I slide my hands down to her ass and pull her tighter against me. "Ride me."

Her breath catches. "What?"

"You heard me, Duchess." I let my mouth curve into something wicked, something that hides how exposed I feel. "You told me you love to ride. So show me. Take the reins, Duchess."

Her pupils dilate, and I watch her process the invitation—the choice I'm giving her. She could say no. She could laugh it off, climb out of the shower, and we'd both pretend this didn't happen.

She doesn't. "Here?" she asks, her voice a little breathless.

"Here." I lean back against the tile, holding her on me. "Unless you'd rather wait until we're in bed like civilized people."

"We're not civilized people."

The certainty in her voice makes me want to drag her down onto my cock right now and forget every rule I've ever made. "No," I agree. "We're really not."

She shifts on my lap, and the movement drags her slick heat against my cock.

I bite back a groan and tighten my grip on her hips, holding her still. "Wait."

"Why?" she asks as she does it again.

Because I'm about to lose my mind. Because the steam and the heat and the way she's looking at me are making me want things I shouldn't want. Because I’m considering pulling her down onto me bare—no condom, no barriers, just her body taking mine until neither of us can think.

I can't do that. I won't. It’s not right, not for her.

"Condom," I say, my voice tight. "Top shelf, by the shampoo. I put them there earlier."

Her eyes widen slightly. "You planned this?"

"I planned for the possibility." I run my thumb along the curve of her hip, watching her shiver. "Call it optimism."

"You're something," she murmurs, but she's already shifting off my lap, standing in the spray of water with her hair plastered to her shoulders and her body flushed pink from the heat.

She reaches for the shelf, and I let myself look. Really look. The curve of her spine. The swell of her ass. The way the water runs down her thighs and pools at her feet.

She's perfect, and she's mine—at least for now.

She turns back with the condom in her hand, but instead of climbing back onto my lap, she kneels on the tile in front of me.

My cock really likes this, and I grab ahold of him before he gets out of hand. "Clara⁠—"

"I want to try something," she says, her voice steady despite the flush spreading across her cheeks.

I know what she's asking before she says it. Fuck, I want it—I want her mouth on me. Just the thought of it has me on the brink of coming. I squeeze my cock, warning it to back down. "You don't have to⁠—"

"I know." She sets the condom on the bench beside me and, brushing my hand away, wraps her fingers around the base of my cock. "But I want to."

Jesus Christ. My hips jerk involuntarily and I grip the edge of the bench. "Have you ever gone down on anyone?"

"No." She looks up at me, her green eyes bright and curious. "Show me?"