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I stepped in.
The water was hot and loud, and Jess’s hands were on my chest before the door shut. She kissed me with soap in her hair and wet curls plastered to her shoulders. Her body was soft and slippery in my hands, full breasts pressed against me, her hips wide enough to hold on to. “Condom?” she gasped. I’d put one in my pocket, God help me.
I rolled it on, lifted her against the tiles and she took me in with a shaking cry, one leg hooked over my arm. We fucked fast and slick, her back squeaking on the wall, my mouth on her wet nipples, the water drumming on my shoulders. She came in under three minutes, biting my shoulder. I turned her to the wall, took her from behind, one hand between her legs, and came with a roar I smothered in her neck.
By ten to eight she was dressed and downstairs, laying the table. I hung two wet towels on the radiator next to her thong and a damp bra, and sat down with my coffee looking as innocent as a man can.
Hannah came in at eight, kissed us both, and sniffed.
“Two towels on the rad,” she said. “And the bathroom smells like Jess’s shampoo and your aftershave.”
“Hot water’s a nightmare,” I said.
“Is it?” She hung up her coat. She smiled at me for a beat too long. “Funny. I’d have said it was mostly your idea.”
She poured herself a tea and said nothing more. I spent the next hour not breathing.
Ending 9 of 16: Radiator. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.