“In the shower, baby. If you want to see me come in my pants like a fucking teenager, then we can continue, but I’d really rather not.” When I give him a mischievous grin, he shakes his head. “Please, Hallie.” I love making him crazy this way. My gaze never leaves his as I quickly pull my panties and stockings down and kick them to the side, then sashay over to the shower, glancing back at him. He drops his forehead against the wall while bringing his fist to it. “Gonna be the death of me. Without a fucking doubt.”
