Nancy's POV

Hot water cascaded over us, instantly soaking my hair and running in heavy rivulets down my spine and over my breasts.

The heat stung my sensitive skin for a second, but it perfectly matched the roaring fire building inside me.

I turned back to face him. The water plastered his dark hair to his forehead, droplets dripping from his sharp jawline.

He stepped in right after me, the stall so tight that our wet, slick bodies were immediately pressed together.

His hands were absolutely everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up my slick ribs to heavily cup my breasts. His rough thumbs ruthlessly pinched and rolled my sensitive nipples until...