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The water was warm and soothing. Hmm… I could stay under the shower, in his bathroom, forever. Reaching for the body wash, it smelt of him. It was a delightful smell. I rubbed
it all over myself, fantasizing that it was his hands. Him rubbing this heavenly scented soap into my body, across my breasts, over my stomach, between my thighs with his long-fingered hands. Oh, my. My heartbeat began drumming, this felt so… so good. I could go on forever.
“Breakfast is here.” He knocked on the door, making me jump.
“Okay,” I stuttered as I was brought back to reality. Climbing out of the shower, I grabbed two towels. I put my hair in one and wrapped it to help dry it off, while I dried myself with the other. What kind of man cares enough to get me a change of clothes? James Preston
