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Those wondrous hands of his move to the front of me, where he finds my slick heat. He slides his index finger up and down over my clit, and I nearly crumble. He steadies me with an arm around my chest as he rolls that sensitive flesh between his forefinger and thumb. If I thought I was going to collapse before, then I knew nothing.

“Jason—” My voice breaks. I nearly slide down the wall, but he holds me up.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

“Do you?” I gasp, half-laughing, half-melting. “Because I’m pretty sure my legs have resigned.”

He laughs, and then we slip together, our feet scrambling in the slick water until he braces us both against the tiles.

“Well, that was graceful,” I say breathlessly.

“We’re redefining grace,” he says solemnly, then grins.

Before I can reply, he lifts me, pinning me against the warm wall like I weigh nothing. Water rivulets down his shoulders, across my stomach, between us.

“Violet…” His voice drops, turning rough and reverent. “I want you so badly. But I don’t have a condom. I didn’t want to assume anything just because of the other night.”

“We don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill,” I whisper.

He groans, a sound that vibrates through my bones. “I’m clean. I’d never put you at risk.”

“I know,” I breathe. “I know.”

I kiss him hungrily, wildly, laughing when our noses bump together.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

He thrusts inside me in one powerful stroke.

I gasp, throwing my head back, and immediately hit the tiles again.

“Ow, okay, maybe I am a danger.”

Jason freezes. “Fuck, Violet, are you okay?”

“I’ll be better if you keep going.”

He lets out a strangled laugh. “Fu—okay. Yes. Absolutely.”

He starts moving, hitting just the right spot, and I immediately feel the build. “Jason, please don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

“Violet, fuck, you feel so good.”

The pleasure sparks like a lightning strike, sharp, bright, and overwhelming. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as my orgasm explodes through me. He shudders, holding me tight as he follows me over the edge.

When it’s over, I sag against him, forehead to his neck, the water washing heat from our skin.

He cradles me carefully, like I’m something fragile and fierce all at once.

And I laugh softly into his shoulder, because we are bruised, slippery, and an absolute hazard together.

And somehow it’s perfect.

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