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On my knees, I crawled backwards towards the first offending jet. It tickled and teased at my slit. The bubbles glided over me, into me, towards my clit and leaving a tempting trail up my stomach. I don’t quite know why, but I decided it was a good idea to get myself off in the bathtub. Because, why not?

The pressure from the water caressed against my body, gentle and fresh, yet rough and demanding all at once. Like a massage easing away the kinks in my body, the jacuzzi jets worked in the same way. Except right now I had some other kinks in me that I needed taking care of, and the water knew just how to do it. With my arms, I braced myself against the side of the tub and arched my back. I imagined Asher behind me, taking me hard, firm, telling me to hold still.

“Jessika,” he’d said last night while he made love to me, “Stay still. Don’t move. I’m trying to take your picture. I need you to keep your pose.”

It hardly mattered that he’d discarded the camera long before in favor of holding my hips instead. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see the rest of my body with his chest pressed against me and his eyes looking into mine, half-lidded and glazed over in pleasure. It didn’t matter now that he wasn’t even home and I was doing this in his bathroom, alone. I tried my best not to move, to keep my pose as best I could so Asher could take my picture.

My back arched further, my breasts half in the water. The thrashing water matched my mood and tossed against me, making my breasts dance and sway. The jet of water behind me continually crashed between my legs, exciting me beyond belief. Asher, behind me, like a force of nature, wild and ravenous, a controlled, focused hurricane ravaging my body.

I held my pose for as long as I could until my thoughts abandoned me, my climax overtook me, and I slipped into the water, pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. I fell under, completely covered, the jets spraying me without a care. Once my shoulder touched the bottom of the tub, my spasming body feeling so delightful and nice, the jets suddenly turned off. On a timer, no doubt, but their timing was impeccable.

I lay in the water, curling my legs towards my body, letting myself float slowly up to the surface. At the top, I reluctantly lifted myself out of the water and gasped for air. I felt a little silly for having to remind myself to breathe, but no one was around to see it so what did it matter?

Once I felt like I was able to stand, my legs wobbling, I unstoppered the tub. Getting to my feet, listening to the rush of water draining from the bath, I twisted the knobs to turn the shower back on. I showered for real this time, ignoring the pleasant feel of the water beading across my bare body. Asher’s guest house shampoo and conditioner weren’t my preferred brands, but they would have to do. Washing my hair and body, I finished what I started and cleaned myself off.

Done, wrapping my body in a pure white towel from the towel rack, I stepped out of the tub and looked back. Not quite perfect, but I thought I’d managed to properly defile the bathtub enough to make it seem cozy and warm. Once I finished drying myself off, I tossed the towel in a heap next to the bathtub.

Should I dress, or wear the bathrobe hanging on a hook on the back of the door? The bathrobe tempted me, but I chose my clothes instead.



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Asher wanted to call Jeremy again. He had a meeting in less than two minutes, and an important one at that, but he needed to know. Was Jessika gone? Why had she refused to leave in the first place?

He wasn’t anything to her, and he knew this. She didn’t like him in any particular way. At least not him as a person. She couldn’t. Right? Like most people, she probably only wanted to be near him for his money. They barely knew each other. And, even if she did like him for some other reason, it hardly mattered. He needed to accept that and she needed to, also.

They were both adults, and…

“Mr. Landseer?” a man called to him from the meeting room door. “Everyone is in attendance, sir. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Yes,” Asher said, frowning. “Yes, of course.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”



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“So you messed up the bed?” Jeremy asked, fidgeting with the upturned corner of the sheets. “And you tossed a tissue in the trash?”

“I left some soap on the back of the sink and I used the shower, too. I left a towel on the floor,” I added.

“That’s not quite what I expected.”

“You didn’t tell me what to do, you just told me not to leave, and…”

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute. I didn’t tell you not to leave. Let’s get that out there right now. I didn’t tell you anything.” Jeremy held up his hands to halt me, like some police officer standing guard at a crosswalk.