Owned by my husband’s boss
“I actually… I love it.”
The concern in Anthony’s eyes flickered and died, replaced instantly by a raw, hungry heat. He looked down at himself; he was already fully hard, aching for her.
“Maybe the shower is a bad idea,” Anna teased, her breath hitching as she saw how much he wanted her. “We might not actually get any washing done.”
Anthony smirked, a dangerous look in his eye. Before she could say another word, he scooped her up into his arms, her skin flushing against his.