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weren’t for the water giving her a convenient excuse, she was pretty sure her cheeks would have just burst into flame by now. “It depends. Usually there’s a story involved.”
     
    “Something you read, or something you fantasize about?”
     
    “Um. Sometimes both.”
     
    “So, for example, you might be imagining what would have happened if I hadn’t had to rush out the door this morning.”
     
    Her hands were floating on the water. She watched Alex’s face in the tablet, and ran her hands up her ribs, to her nipples. She could see Alex’s gaze zeroing in on her hands, and she arched just a little, letting the tips of her breasts break the water. “Yes,” she said, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over the taut flesh. “For example.”
     
    “I wanted to take you into the bath,” he said. “I wanted to slide into the water behind you, like I said. I wanted to pull you tight against my hips, so that my cock was pressed into the small of your back, and then I wanted a chance to explore your body.”
     
    “Like this?” she whispered, running her fingers over her body again. She traced them down her belly, through the soft curls on her mons, and pressing into her folds.
     
    “Yes,” he breathed, “but slowly. We’ve always been in a rush, Zoey, because we don’t have time, or we are that eager, or something. There’s always a reason we’re pushing. And I want a chance to just play.”
     
    “Play another time,” she whimpered, her fingers brushing over her clit. It seemed like the wetness of her cunt would blend with the sensation of the water, but the feel was completely different. “I want you.”
     
    “I would tweak your nipple, hard, for your demanding attitude,” he said, and she let her fingers follow his implied instruction. “The whole point of putting yourself at my mercy, princess, is that then you’re at my mercy.”
     
    “Are you hard,” she whispered, dragging her fingernails over her left nipple. “Pressing into my back, are you hard again already?”
     
    “Yes,” he murmured back. “Rock hard, and twitching with eagerness. So much so that you might wonder how long I’m going to tease you before I pull you back onto my cock and thrust into you already. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
     
    There was a moment of longing so tight and poignant that it twisted her up inside. “I want you so many ways that I can’t decide which I want most,” she said. It was the truest thing she could find to say, in that moment.
     
    He chuckled again. “Fair enough,” he said. “I’d drag your arms up around my neck, tell you to weave your fingers together. It would hold us together, and it would make your tits look fantastic, and it would make sure that you knew that I was calling the shots, at least for now. And then I’d drag my fingers down your ribs. I’d wind them into those curls, but I wouldn’t go for your clit, not right away.”
     
    “Jesus,” she whispered. Her fingernails dragged over her nipple as he spoke, and her right hand followed the path he described, sliding between her thighs as she imagined his cock pressing hard into her back, his breath heavy in her ear.
     
    “I’d trace my fingers over your inner lips, again and again.”
     
    She ran her hands over that sensitive skin, her head thrown back against the edge of the bathtub. It would take so little to slip her fingers just a little higher, catch her clit between her first and middle finger, and take herself over the edge fast and hard. He could watch, if it made him happy, watch her writhe and whimper and scream.
     
    But she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She forced herself to just drag her fingers over the skin and listen to his quiet sounds. He hadn’t sped up his motion at all, so he was still just teasing himself with the attention of his hand, but it was still sexy and delicious. The idea of him in that office, where anyone could walk in at any moment, thinking of