That familiar feeling from the afternoon came rushing back, and Catherine knew she couldn't refuse Lorenzo.
Lorenzo added, "Just a shower. I'm serious."
Then, right in front of her, he started undressing.
Catherine could hardly take her eyes off him.
He was muscular, something obvious even when he wore tight clothes.
She'd noticed in the afternoon how hairy he was, too.
What surprised her now, though, was that he was already hard.
"It's unavoidable," Lorenzo said with a wry smile. "Don't expect me to stay calm while you're standing there naked."
And so, Catherine endured what felt like the longest shower of her life.
With Lorenzo squeezing in under the showerhead with her and then soaking in the bathtub together, Catherine found herself barely able to stand it.
She almost wanted
