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Irritated as fuck, I finish planting the last of the flowers and place all the supplies in Ashley’s storage shed. I’m not mad at her or even her sweet dog. I’m mad at myself. It’s like I can’t help the dumbass things that come out of my mouth, all in the name of putting her first.

Bluebelle trots up to me from her spot in the shade, then licks my hand. With a smile, I kneel to rub her neck.

“How ya doing, girl?” I ask. “Thirsty?”

The dog wags her tail and I lead her inside, filling up her bowl with more fresh water and setting it on the floor.

I can hear the shower running. I can imagine Ashley in it, her hot little body all soap and wet. I can picture the suds running down her neck and over her breasts to drip from her nipples.

Groaning, I bend over the counter and try to get my shit together.

She’s right. I’m trying to ease my conscience about blackmailing her. No matter what she says to me, all I can think about is how I got her to go out with me in the first place.

But she forgave me for all that. She practically threw herself at me, when I know how much she doesn’t trust football players. Dean did a number on her, yet she’s taking a chance on me.

I rub a hand over the back of my neck, then straighten, cursing myself for a fool.

Ashley’s a woman with her own mind. She invited me to join her in the shower. And by God, I’m going to join her.

I jog down the hallway to her bedroom, then open the bathroom door. Steam billows, but I can clearly see her through the glass shower.

“Ryan?” Ashley asks, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah,” I say, stripping to my bare ass quickly, then opening the door. “Still need someone to wash your back?”

“Yes, and... I’m sorry for snapping at you. You didn’t deserve it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I simply helped out my woman and then came in here to finish helping her with more pressing needs.”

“Okay.” Visibly swallowing, her gaze rakes the length of me, pausing more than once at my cock.

I grab it, my mouth quirking at the corner. “See anything you like?”

Grabbing me by the arm, she pulls me inside the shower and shuts the door. “Keep doing that,” she murmurs.

Squeezing the head, I lean back and close my eyes with a groan. “You like watching?”

“I like participating,” is all she says before I feel her drop and her hot mouth wraps around the tip.

“Fuck,” I growl, letting go of my dick and shoving my hands into her wet hair. I have to make myself hold still. I have to make myself thrust my hips forward, so I can send my erection down her throat.

She lets the tip fall out, but before I can voice my protest, she takes me in her mouth again. This time, she swallows half my length.

“Can you take more, sweetness?” I ask.

Dark blue eyes gaze up at me. Pretty pink lips are wrapped around my cock. I’m going to die right here.

“You can do it.” I carefully thrust my hips forward. “For me, baby.”

Her eyes close as she pulls back, then slides forward again. Over and over she does this, until she nearly swallows me whole. I fist my hands in her hair, gauging her reaction before I start pumping into her mouth.

If she doesn’t like it, if she makes any little sound that remotely sounds like pain, then I’ll stop.

I widen my stance, the suction of her hot, wet mouth making my legs shake. Her tongue gets in on the action. Every now and then, she licks the entire length of me.

“Doing so damn good, baby.”

When she cups my balls, I let out a hoarse shout. She works me over like no one ever has before with her talented mouth and hands. Only years of training and forced delayed gratification keeps me from exploding in her mouth.

“Gotta come,” I grunt, trying to pull away.

She digs her hands into my ass, staying with me.

Until the end.

Until my legs are jelly and my knees are about to give out on me.

Ashley stands with a Cheshire grin on her face. “Ready to wash my back now?”

“I’ll wash any damn thing you want.” I soap up her back, her sweet little ass, and her perky breasts. When I’m finished rinsing her off, I get on my knees and make good on my promise to put my mouth between her thighs.

She screams my name so loudly Bluebelle comes running to check on us.

“Tell her you’re okay,” I order, kissing my way up her stomach to her breasts. She has nice nipples. Pale pink and perfect for my mouth.

I roll my tongue around one.

“I-I’m ffff-fine, Bluebelle,” she manages to say.

“That’s a good girl.” I suck the tight little bud into my mouth before paying lots of attention to the other one. “Perfect, Ashley. Perfect.”

Her hands tunnel through my hair, holding me close. “You’re too good to be true,” she says softly.