“Okay, I have this fantasy about doing it in the shower,” Harper said shyly, her darkened blue green eyes looking up at Oliver through her wet eye lashes. “Where you take me from behind… and my breasts are pressed against the glass…” Oliver’s pupils dilated instantly, a primal fire igniting in his icy blue eyes at the vivid description of her fantasy. His breath grew heavier, more laboured as he processed the mental image of her pressed against the steamy shower glass while he took her from behind. “f*****g hell,” he swore under his breath, his voice dropping to a dangerous level of arousal. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to bend you over and watch myself slide into you from that angle.” Without warning, he spun her around abruptly, pressing her front against the cool glass wall
