STACY'S POV“I’m helping,” he murmured, his mouth moving along my shoulder. His hands slid upward, tracing my ribs. One palm cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. A sharp, electric sensation jolted through me.I gasped. “Stop… we shouldn’t…”He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue tasting my skin. His other hand slid down, over my hip, gripping my thigh. “I need to wash the smell away,” he said, his voice low, possessive. “Every part of you.”This is the CNC. The roleplay. We agreed. The thought flashed, a reminder. But the line between roleplay and reality felt thin. His touch was demanding. His body against mine felt overwhelmingly present.I tried to turn, to face him, but he held me firm, pressed against the tile wall. The water cascaded over us both.His lips found mine, suddenly. A hard, claiming kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, deep and searching. I moaned, a sound caught between protest and arousal. My hands gripped his shoulders, unsure—to push o
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