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he
pushed me back a step, into the spray. I closed my eyes as he
continued to massage the soap out of my hair. His hands again went to
my hips and he led me a step forward.
    Opening my eyes, I looked over to where
Cameron was browsing through the bottles at the side of my bathtub.
    “I do know how to wash myself,
you know,” I said with a smile.
    “Yeah, but why would you when I’m
so happy to do it?” He grinned up at me. “Close your
eyes.”
    I rolled my eyes before I closed them.
“Okay,” I said.
    There was another squirting sound, I
smelled my lilac bath soap, and then Cameron’s hands were
slowly massaging my shoulders. He rubbed the soap up my neck, then
down my arms. His hands worked down my chest, taking a very long time
rubbing soap into my breasts.
    “My boobs must be very dirty,”
I said with a laugh.
    “Very, very dirty,” he said
in a low voice close to my ear. His hands moved down, washing my
stomach, over around to my back and butt, then down my legs.
    When he pushed me back into the spray,
I whispered, “I think you missed something.”
    Cameron went to his knees. “That
part I clean with my mouth.” He looked up, raising an eyebrow
at me. “Hold onto something.”
    I grabbed the faucet above me as
Cameron’s hands spread my legs apart. My back pressed into the
cool tile, while the warm water sprayed across my middle.
    He lifted one of my legs, placing it
over his shoulder, then did the same with the other.
    Exhaling heavily, I looked down at him.
The corner of his mouth turned up as his eyebrows lifted. He lowered
his mouth.
    Mere minutes later, the aftershocks of
pleasure pulsed through me. My throat was so dry, I let the spray
from the shower run into my mouth.
    I realized the water hitting me was ice
cold, and I couldn’t help but breathe a laugh.
    Cameron looked up at me. “I
thought I could brighten your mood,” he said with a
self-satisfied smirk.
    I moved my shaky legs off his
shoulders. “Uh, yeah, you could call it that. But what about
you?” I said, pointedly looking down to where he was very ready for round two.
    “I… am going to stay in
the shower and cool off,” he said.
    “Are you sure?” I asked,
smiling.
    “No, definitely not.” He
got up off his knees and rubbed my arms with his hands. “But,
if I don’t get going, I’ll probably lose this customer.”
    “Yeah, we should probably be
responsible adults,” I said, kissing him. “I’m
getting out though, it’s freezing in here.”
    He smacked me lightly on the butt as I
climbed out. Wrapping my hair in one towel and my body in another, I
looked for some spare towels but couldn’t find any. It had been
over a week since I’d done any laundry. Yet another thing I had
to do.
    As the towel around my body was only
damp, and the one around my hair was already soaked, I left the damp
towel on the rack for Cameron.
    I dried the rest of me with the soaked
towel and threw it on the wet floor on the bathroom.
    As much as I wanted to wear sweatpants,
I knew that I would have to go into work for a little while after
lunch, and I didn’t want to have to change later.
    Unfortunately, the only clean jeans I
had were from about a year ago and a full two sizes too big. When I
threw on my too-big Coffee Spot T-shirt, it looked like I was
dressing up in someone else’s clothes. I put on a belt to make
sure the pants didn’t do a diving act, and slipped on some
tennis shoes.
    The water turned off and I heard
Cameron singing something to himself in the bathroom.
    Peeking in on him, I found him drying
himself off and singing in a low country voice.
    A chuckle escaped from my mouth.
    Wrapping the towel around his waist, he
turned away from me swaying his hips back and forth.
    “Woohoo,” I called.
    He flexed his muscles, then flashed me
a smile over his shoulder and dropped the towel.
    I laughed. “I feel like I should
go get some dollar bills.”
    “Dollar bills? That hurts,”
he chuckled.
    “I’d give you twenties