Harper
Water streams down my body as Rafe soaps me up, his hard length pressing into my back. I worry about the state of his hand, but he’s not complaining, so I decide not to say anything.
He’s treating me so gently and doing everything from washing my hair to washing my legs and even up between them. I lean back against him, one arm going up around his neck, the other gripping his thigh as he starts fingering me. I’m still tired from Tomás, but it still feels so deliciously good.
“Guess I’m going to have to be gentle with my sugar,” Rafe murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “Wild night?”
“Kinda, yeah.” My cheeks flush.
He strokes my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad you had fun, and someone’s got you nice and loosened up for me, so, bonus.”
I laugh. “Glad I could make your night.”
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