ADRIANA CHENHis hand pulled me closer through the towel between my breasts as I kept my eyes locked on him. He leaned in, his free hand gathering strands of my damp auburn hair between his fingers before inhaling deeply."What sort of shampoo do you use, sunshine?" he growled, the low vibration of his voice sending a shiver straight down my spine.Before I could answer, he spun me around, my back colliding with the hard wall of his chest. One arm banded around my belly while the other tilted my head back, and he sniffed again, more ferociously this time, the heat of his breath stirring the wet strands against my neck. The sensation made my eyes roll back, my body melting into his as the scent of clean skin and raw desire flooded the steamy room."What shampoo is this? It's fucking addictive," he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing the shell as my heart hammered wildly. His voice alone could unravel me. I exhaled hard, lips parting around the words."É...lan... F...emme. Élan
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