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Stanton pulled open the shower door. “Starting without me?” he queried as he stepped in. His gaze landed on hers, irises dark blue with desire and a hardness that made her soul sing. His broad chest rippled with every slight move, emphasizing the cut of each slab of muscle as he came closer. He was already hard, his shaft jutting out from the juncture of his thick muscular quads. Studying him, the folds between her thighs turned slippery with more than the water running off her body.
Slapping her palms on the wet tiles, Sammi gave him a come-hither look over her shoulder. He pulled on his c**k and gritted his teeth as he flicked the tip of his crown. Oh, God, he likes a bite of pain with his f*****g, too. Riveted, her eyes focused on the movements of his hand, and a moan slipped out f
