Tank POV
That woman will be the death of me.
The tease.
Would I like to wash her back?
Really?
I want to do more than wash her back, and I bet she knows it.
The minx.
I was chuckling all the way to my own icy shower, which didn't reduce my need for her.
I need a strong woman, stronger than any other woman, who graced my bed.
I took my problem in hand, stroking my length fast, harder than would be natural, as if I was trying to strangle it, maybe I was, a man's body reaction, it's hard to hide, and I am not exactly little, so it stands out even more. I had one hand on the wall, keeping my balance, my head resting on the wall, under the shower, water cascading down my back, all my thoughts were on Max, her toned body, her long legs, wavy hair, sparkling eyes, and well-proportioned
