I should leave him alone. Let himwork.
But he’s so incredibly beautiful. So utterly masculine. So intense with those taut muscles all strained withexertion.
On a whim, I reach for the hose, spike the pressure, sneak across the stall and call hisname.
Then I shoot him with thewater.
“What the—” He whirls around, his mouth open and shock in hiseyes.
At first, anger radiates off him, which only makes me redouble my efforts, accidentally spraying him in the face.Whoops!
“That’s it,” he sputters, a laugh bursting out ofhim.
Thank God, he’samused.
“You’re in trouble, little girl,” he yells, wiping his face with his one arm and chucking a huge sponge at me with the other. It lands with a wet plop across my thin white tank top and slidesdown.
I gasp. It’s fucking freezing. Goosebumps break out along my arms, my nipples pebble, and I shiveragain.
But I don’t get a chance to retaliate because he snatches the hose out of my hands and shoves it down the front of myshirt.
“That’ll teach you,” he says in my ear, pressing my back to hischest.
“OH, MY GOD!” I squirm. Fight. Fling my arms. Screech with laughter while the frigid water shoots down my shirt, through my shorts, and along my legs, puddling at myfeet.
The whole time, he holds me to his hard body while Iflail.
Tiny Dancer glances back at us with a bored expression while I freak out andsqueal.
“You are averybad girl.” His voice rolls through me, singeing the parts of my skin that brush againsthim.
“You should definitely punish me.” I can barely get out the words because I’m laughing and out of breath and so turned on, I mightburst.
I try to wiggle out of his hold, but his grip tightens as he lifts me up, and despite the blast of water tunneling down my clothes, when my ass grazes the huge erection in his jeans, I groan and thrustback.
Need fires through my veins, and just like that, we’re a tangle of eagerhands.
I don’t have to tell him how I feel. Heknows.
The hose drops to the ground and we stumble to the side of the stall, where he pins me to the smooth beigewall.
“Wanna fuck you so hard,” he groans against my ear, his voicegravelly.
“Do it.”Please, God, doit.
One hand dives under my shirt and bra, palming my sensitive skin, kneading and pinching, making me gasp in delight at his roughness. The other snakes under the leg of myshorts.
The rumble of his chest tells me he likes what he finds when he slicks a finger against my skin—me swollen and wet and soready.
Back and forth he teases while he seals his mouth to my neck. He sucks and licks and bites me, all the while grinding his cock against myass.
We’ve had amazing sex. Sweet sex. Sultrysex.
But this isdifferent.
This feels out ofcontrol.
Desperate.
