“Get the fuck away from me,” she says in a dead tone, and I know I’ve accomplished what I came here to do.

I step back and let her go, waiting until she turns around to suck her juices off my fingers, one at a time. “Yummy,” I purr, licking my fingers dry while my gaze drops down to her gorgeous rack. It’s the first time I’ve seen her bare tits up close and personal, and they are magnificent. Her creamy skin is flawless, and her tits are perfectly proportioned and a decent handful. There’s plenty to grab ahold of. Her rose-colored areolas are small and round with pert nipples currently saluting me in hard peaks.

Fucking hell.

She’s perfect. My dream woman, born straight from my fantasies.

I’m instantly hard again, and this is becoming problematic. If I don’t fuck her soon, I may die of blue balls.

And that’s my cue to leave. Before I say fuck it and throw all caution to the wind.

Time to manipulate her a little further before I go. “Let me know when you plan to tell your boyfriend you let me finger fuck you in the shower. Don’t forget to mention how you gushed all over my fingers. I love a good fireworks display.”

Rage sparks in her eyes as she shoves my chest, and I almost lose my balance. My arm flies out, and I grab the tile wall on the right before I land flat on my ass. I straighten up and reach over, turning off the shower to be on the safe side.

“You won’t breathe a word to Chad.” Pain is etched all over her face.

“What’s in it for me?”

“You already got a reward,” she spits out, purposely eyeballing my crotch.

Guess I wasn’t so circumspect after all. “That doesn’t count. If you want my silence, you need to pay for it.”

“Fine.” She glares at me. “I’ll pay your invoice.”

I shake my head, smirking. “That deal was a one-time thing. It’s no longer on the table.”

Her nostrils flare, and her hands ball up at her sides. I like that she doesn’t attempt to cover herself in front of me. I like that Ashley owns who she is. “What do you want?”

“I’ll think about it and get back to you.” I have a few ideas, but I want to carefully consider which one will have the most impact. Which one will bring me closer to my end goal.

A muscle clenches in her jaw, but she jerks her head in agreement—it’s not like she has any choice.

I grab two towels from the heated towel rack when I get out, passing one to her. She snatches it from me with a glower, and I chuckle. “Hate me all you want, dollface.” Wrapping my towel around my body, I peer deep into her angry, fearful brown eyes. “But you didn’t hate my fingers inside you.” I smack a quick kiss against her lips before she can preempt the movement. “Think about that next time you’re masturbating on your bed.”