“Jordan—oh, God—”

Her cries bounced off the small space, amplified by the echo of the tiles. Every thrust was harder, rougher, his wet skin slapping against hers, the water making everything glide, slip, intensify.

“You like this?” he growled into her ear, pounding into her so deep she saw stars.

“Yes—fuck—don’t stop!”

He spun her suddenly, pressing her front against the glass shower door. She braced her hands against it, water streaming down her body as he entered her ...