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tired?”
    “Not now. I want a quick taste, and for you to fuck me, before we pass out.”
    She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He damn near dropped the nozzle. Anchoring it back to the wall proved difficult with her warm mouth slurping him down and backing off to lick down the side of his shaft.
    “Bekah.” Her name came out in a guttural rasp as she dropped her head to suck on his scrotum. She used the right pressure and her wet mouth pulling in each ball had him close to coming. What a talented mouth she had. He braced his hands on the wall as she stood and let him go to soap up her hands. “What?”
    “Wait for it.” She ran soap up his body and down, leaving a trail of bubbles over his skin, then lathered her body with a generous amount of soap and slid her breasts over him. He knew then what she aimed to do and groaned when she put him between her breasts and began pumping him hard and fast.
    From his aerial view, his crown peeked up from the two bountiful globes and returned to their hiding spot. Fuck if her milking wasn’t perfection. The sensation stole rational thought and how to breathe without detonating early.
    “So slippery.” She rode him between her tight tits.
    “Where the hell did you learn that trick?”
    “Ladies have their secrets.”
    Ashton backed her into the far corner and lifted her legs, bracing her back against the cool tile. “Smart ass.” He shoved into her to the hilt and took her under the spray of the shower water.
    Soapy, steamy skin met skin. He devoured her mouth, and let go of her legs as she wrapped them around him, giving him leeway to tangle his hand in her hair as he’d wanted to do since rinsing the silky strands clean.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, as she came around him covering his cock in her release.
    He realized he hadn’t covered up. With a growl, he pulled out of her, shooting thick jets of semen against the tiled wall.
    “What?” Bekah asked opening her eyes.
    “I never fucking forget.” He eased her to stand under the spray. When she was 23

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    soap free, he opened the shower door to let her out so he could rinse himself.
    “It’s okay; we got carried away. We weren’t planning on that, you know.”
    Her soft, reassuring tone didn’t drown out the voice that told him to be a responsible grown up.
    “I know sweetness. I didn’t—in you, but still. Madame Eve had us fill out all those intimate details. I’m clean, and so are you. But, I don’t lose control—ever.
    “So I make you lose control?” Bekah handed him a towel, a note of glee in her voice.
    Ashton snorted as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stepped behind her and took the comb, parting her hair in three sections.
    “You act like you’ve done this before.”
    “I have three younger sisters, so yeah.” He combed through each section and wound her hair in a braid. “Don’t go thinking nothing by this.”
    “No, of course not. A big, strong man who knows how to braid a woman’s hair.” Bekah turned and hugged him.
    “Bedtime.” He slapped her ass and pushed her to the bed. “Tomorrow comes early, and we have an a.m. flight.”
    “Don’t remind me,” Rebekah mumbled. Ashton eased his arm around her and tucked her into his body, but he didn’t relax or let sleep claim him until she breathed slow and even.
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Chapter Three
    Rebekah hated good-byes. She faced Ashton at her airport, a layover for him giving them a chance for a few stolen moments.
    “We’re not saying good-bye—more like see you later.” Ashton’s silent promise hung between them.
    Bekah wasn’t prepared for the staggering, soulful kiss he planted on her. The power of his desire came close to knocking her flat on her ass. Winded and breathless, she stared in dazed amusement, wanting one more. “Oh, you know how to leave a lady wanting.” She stepped back. “I’ll call you later, or sext.
    Kidding—I mean text.”
    Ashton grinned at