Deceiver by D. Morrissey

Author:D. Morrissey [Morrissey, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing Inc.

Chapter Fourteen

I wake up to the sound of the shower, stretching and smiling, reveling in the delicious soreness between my legs. It’s still dark in the bedroom, so I don’t panic. Rolling out of bed, I grab Dan’s shirt off the floor and shrug it over my shoulders. I pad over and put my hand on the doorknob of the bathroom. Should I do this?

I nod bravely. Hell, yeah.

I push the door open a crack and pop my head inside. Then, I tiptoe toward the shower while shedding Dan’s shirt once again, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. I pull back the shower curtain and step inside. His back is to me as he vigorously scrubs his face directly beneath the hot, streaming water.

I try not to laugh as I inch up behind him and snake my arms around his waist.

“Ack!” he shouts, jumping about three feet off the floor and flinging a bar of soap in the air.

He scares me to death, so, naturally, I jump and shriek, as well. The fresh bar of soap lands directly on my little toe. Thus, I jump around and curse some more.

“Ow, ow, ow!” I hop up and down with my foot in my hand.

“Oh, shit. Baby. I’m so sorry.” He pulls me to him. “You startled me.”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” I laugh. “In retrospect, probably not a good idea to sneak up on a cop.”

He chuckles. “Fortunately, I don’t carry my sidearm into the shower. Oh, and good morning, I guess.”

“Good morning.” I tilt my face to look up at him. Even wet, the man is still fuck-a-liciously beautiful.

“Well, I think we’re both awake now.” He leans down and picks up the bar of soap. “Here, stand under the water for a minute.”

He grabs my waist and walks me around in a circle so that I’m standing beneath the shower.

“Ahh. That feels good.” I close my eyes and lean my head back, running my fingers through my hair. Then, I feel a soft, soapy cloth sliding slowly across my breasts. My brow furrows as I peek at him. He looks very intent on his task.

“Mm,” he moans as he pushes the soapy cloth all around. Finally, he studies me with approving eyes, satisfied. “Turn around and let me get your back.”

Well, if it gets his motor running, why not? I turn around and let the hot water rinse away the soapy suds on my breasts and stomach. He scrubs diligently at my back, taking the same sweet care that he did with my front. And slowly, the soft, soapy cloth dives deeper until, finally, he’s pretty much waxing my ass.

He drops the cloth to the floor of the shower, replacing it with his hands as he slides them back and forth. Then, he slips his hand between my cheeks, gliding it up and down my crack farther and farther until his fingertips brush against my anxious clit.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers as he steps into me, poking me in the ass with what I assume is his morning tribute.

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