But the hamper was gone. And one of the showers had been turned on.

"Looking for something?" I heard from the shower-room entrance.

I smiled.

Keaton stood leaning against the doorway, all leather and eyeliner, holding a pair of my panties.

"How is it you're so quiet and stealthy?" I asked. "Especially when your schedule says you should be in Philly tonight."

"That's tonight, and it's only three o'clock," he said, crooking his finger at me. "And you're not nearly wet enough for my liking. Come, I got your lucky shower nice and hot. Let me clean you up."

"Good, because I'm feeling dirty." I walked toward him, naked and ready, holding my lucky roll of tape behind my back. It had been two weeks since I had seen him last, since he was busy recording their new album, A Fresh Start.

The summer in Europe was spectacular. Each city was a wonder, each show a marvel, and each night a miracle. I treasured every moment on the road, and although I returned home exhausted, I wouldn't have traded the trip for the world. When fall came, we made plans to see each other at least once a month before his next tour, which he had carefully planned to coincide with my basketball season.

"As much as I love that leather," I said, eyeing him up and down, "I'm afraid it will get ruined in the shower."

Keaton shrugged. "I can buy more."

"Get. Naked."

He bowed, rolling his wrist dramatically like some sort of fancy butler. "Yes, Mistress."

I chuckled, and watched him wiggle out of his insanely tight pants and threadbare tee. Then I was looking at all muscle and ink. Delicious.

I walked past him to the shower he had waiting for me.

"May I wash your hair?" he asked, stepping under the hot spray beside me.

I nodded.

Keaton worked lavender-scented shampoo through my long curls, massaging my scalp and neck with his fingertips. It sent jolts of pleasure through me, foreshadowing more of what his touch could do to me.

I tipped my head under the deluge, enjoying the sensual sensations.

After rinsing my hair until it was shiny, Keaton massaged in the conditioner, raking his hands through my hair, carefully separating the locks, occasionally running his hands down my back as if accidentally.

"Massage me," I said once the conditioner was rinsed from my hair. "Today's game was particularly rough on my shoulders."

He slid his hands across my collarbone and I nearly lost control of my legs. His fingers, so nimble, worked at the muscles of my shoulders and upper back with such gentle yet aggressive pressure that I wanted to scream in pleasure. He started kneading down my back and I wobbled.

"How about you lean against the shower wall," he said, pressing himself to my back. I moaned, feeling his erection against me as the cold tiles pressed against my hot skin. He kept his pelvis against my ass as he massaged, and the more I wiggled under his touch, the more I wanted him.

And I could feel just how mutual it was from the pulsing twitch of his cock.

"Baby Blue," I moaned, "Mistress needs a more . . . comprehensive massage."

He brought his lips to my earlobe and sucked. "But of course."

Keaton slipped one hand over my hip bone and downward, grabbing me between my legs.

"That's a start," I said as he thumbed my clit in small, slow circles. I arched my back and felt his tip nearly inside me.

His free hand roamed my ass, squeezing, caressing, and basically driving me crazy. "Keaton, deeper please," I insisted, further angling my body so he could slide right in.

Taking my cue, Keaton slid into my wetness, pushing me harder against the tile wall. I grabbed on to the shower's controls for leverage as he held me there, pinned. With his hand still working me on the outside, I came hard and fast and already desperate for more on the inside.

"On the floor," I said, pointing to the spot right under the spray.

Keaton pulled out of me and lay down on the wet tiles.

"Hands where I can see them," I said, revealing the tape, and his eyes went wide.

"Where'd you hide that?" he asked, stunned that I had out-Keatoned him.

I tossed it in the air and smirked. "I've picked up a lot of tricks," I said, lowering myself to him and binding his wrists. "What can I say? I learned from the best."

About the Author.

Mina Vaughn is an international woman of mystery and a shoe whore with a heart of gold. When she's not writing her unique brand of silly smut, she's plundering Sephora for any pin-up girl makeup she can find.

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