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her. “No, no, no. Stay still please, Jojo.”
    She froze.
    His finger slid from the valley between her breasts and down over her belly button. Jordan watched mesmerized as the goose bumps appeared on her skin, a mob of taut flesh reacting to his gentle touch. Gareth’s fingers slipped a bit lower, stroking the tender skin a few inches above her shaved mound. Then he feathered his fingers over her wet sex and just let the heat of his body seep in. “Spread your legs.”
    She did it without a second thought. He leaned into the shower, his hiking boots a stark contrast on the pink bathmat that covered the bathroom floor. She had a second for that one odd observation and then Gareth drove two fingers into her. Instantly hooking them so the touched the swollen knot of her G-spot.
    Jordan shivered and almost came. Just from that one touch. Just from that one thrust.
    He kissed her, licked water from her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone and thrust those fingers one more time before pulling free of her. Jordan made a noise of distress and wished them back.
    Instead, Gareth took the showerhead off the wall and aimed the medium speed jet at her clit. “Hands on the tile please.”
    She pressed her hands flat to the wall and tried to breathe. It was hard since it felt like all of her energy—the part of her that made her Jordan—was rallying for this moment. Rushing up to the surface ready to burst out of her with the orgasm that she could feel swiftly approaching.
    Just when she was on the brink, he angled the shower head just to the tender spot just above her clit. Jordan sighed. Gareth’s eyes never left her, he tracked every twitch, every flicker, every move as he manned the showerhead. Jordan felt more naked than naked.
    The water warmed some and he again settled the flow right on her clit. Her fingers curled to the tile as more pressure bloomed in her pussy. She felt so tender and swollen and ready she could scream. And yet, she wanted him to drag it out. She wanted to savor this.
    I will fuck you, Jordan. At some point…
    She gasped at the memory and he angled the water jet to the left of her clitoris. This time, Jordan fought the urge to scream.
    Her eyes found his, her eyes that were stormy blue like her mother’s and not green like his—and she whispered, “Please, Gar.”
    “Hush up now. You said you’d listen.”
    She bit her lip and moved her hips some. Not even realizing she was about to until she did it—tipping her pelvis just so to get a better angle on the bursts of water.
    “Not cheating,” he said and angled it to the left of where she wanted it.
    She swallowed her words but a short strangled sound slipped past her lips.
    Gareth grinned.
    The water left her and he leaned over like a man bowing properly to royalty and licked he nipple until she felt fluttery spasms in her cunt. His tongue dragged slowly from her left breast to her right and he sucked that pointed bud also.
    She gripped the slippery tile wall fruitlessly. He had to let her come soon…right?
    When he stood fully and tugged her to him he said, “Kiss me, little sister.”
    She kissed him. Flirting with him with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. His strong hand wound in her wet hair and held her close as he bullied her with his tongue. The jet of water continues to hit the bottom of the tub, not doing anyone any good. And Jordan continued to try to ignore the steady demanding pulse of her own desire in her pussy.
    Gareth released her and put the shower head back in the holder on the wall.
    “Do not get yourself off. You may not use that shower head. You may not use your fingers. No toys, no bottles, no vegetables…whatever you could think of to stick up there and get yourself off…don’t.” His gaze was intense and Jordan realized he wasn’t kidding. “Do not have an orgasm until I say so. Got it?”
    “But—“
    “You said you’d listen. Will you listen?”
    She blew out a huge breath, confused and aroused and a little pissed.