Chapter Five
Up Against the Glass
The steam curled around us before the water even hit.
Reed shoved me into the massive shower, not caring that I was still trying to catch my breath.
"Hands on the glass."
I obeyed.
Bare palms slapped against the foggy wall in front of me, and before I could blink, his body pressed behind mine-hard muscle, wet heat, c**k already thick and ready between my thighs.
He didn't wait.
Didn't speak.
He spread me open with one hand and slid his c**k between my soaked folds with the other, teasing the head over my c**t until I whimpered.
"You're soaked," he muttered. "From getting f****d or the shower?"
"You know the answer."
He growled and shoved in.
One hard, brutal thrust that made my head knock against the glass and my nails scrape down the fogged-
