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was at least a C-cup and wore no bra. “Are these real?”
    He near choked when she spun around and clouted his chest, indignation and anger flashing from her narrowed eyes. “Yes. And how dare you even ask?”
    “You’ve got some power behind that blow.” He hauled her T-shirt up so fast she sputtered when he tugged the soft cotton over her head.
    She swatted at a few strands that had escaped her high ponytail and planted her hands on her hipbones.
    Too mesmerized by the perfection of her breasts to be daunted when she snapped, “I’m tempted to walk right now.”
    In answer, he snagged her butt and fitted her belly to his cock. Simultaneously, he encircled her breast and ducked down to draw on her pebbled chocolate nipple.
    For a heartbeat she stiffened, but then slumped into him, and tangled her fingers in his hair. “Harder.”
    She trembled in his embrace.
    He switched to the other peak, and rolled the bud wet from his hard suckling between his fingers, pulling and pinching. He tongued his way around a pretty dark molasses areola and nipped the underside.
    She caved in on him, and he had to grab both ass cheeks to keep her upright.
    He gave her a little shake, firmed his hold, and tilted her chin.
    When their stares met, Axe knew if he so much as touched her breasts again, she’d climax right then and there. “Time for that shower.”
    She swayed when he dropped onto one knee, and twisted her panties and sweats down to her ankles.
    “Lift.” He tapped one succulent thigh.
    Tania set both hands on his shoulder and complied with his barked order.
    Axe worked her socks and the rest of her clothes off one foot at a time. After ensuring she could stand on her own, he shed his sneakers, tank, and shorts, lifted her into his arms, and stepped into the shower stall.
    “Don’t need any foreplay,” she muttered.
    He chuckled. “Tough. I do.”
    “Damn you for stopping,” she mumbled under her breath.
    Still carrying her, he adjusted the controls of the elaborate and luxurious shower spray, steam, and intermittent side jets and set the LCD timer. Water cascaded from the ceiling in a gentle tropical rainfall drenching them immediately. Steam coated their skin from all around, and erratic jets pummeled their flesh from sporadic angles.
    “Wow,” she murmured.
    He slid her down his body, pausing when her pussy bumped the crown of his cock. Axe tried to stifle the growl of satisfaction reverberating up his throat, but the deep rumble escaped his lips, and echoed in the cavernous stall.
    “Put it in me now,” she ordered and hooked her legs around his waist.
    “Accustomed to giving orders, are we? Not if hell froze over this fucking moment. We play first.” He teased her folds sliding his cock back and forth just missing her clit on every hard press.
    “Beast,” she muttered and nipped his nipple.
    If only she knew.
    He grinned when she clutched his arms and wriggled trying to position him at her entrance, seemingly unable to haul her gaze from his rampant erection.
    “Soap,” he said, his voice clipped. “Lean back.”
    “You’re a clit-tease,” she retorted, but obeyed.
    Relishing the trust inherent by her allowing him this vulnerable pose, he slid his palm under the automatic soap dispenser, while holding her with one hand, and collected a sizeable dollop. “Uncurl those fingers.”
    The billowing clouds of steam didn’t hamper his vision in the least, though it would hers.
    When she did as he’d demanded, Axe dropped the foamy soap into her palm.
    He smiled when her mouth fell open in surprise. Not submissive, his foot, or, in this case, his will. “Have at me.”
    “Oh yeah.” She hopped off him, steadied herself on the slippery marble by grabbing his waist and one butt cheek, and sank onto her knees.
    “Whoa.” He gripped her soaked ponytail and gave a gentle tug. “I don’t want a blowjob.”
    She snorted. “Never offered one. I work from the ground up, sailor-boy.”
    Axe spun around and