Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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"I need to shower" I said against his lips
"Let's shower together then" Chris said back with a smile.
"If this is your way of trying to get round two in, you can go. You tired me out" I said laughing lightly as I tried to move off his lap but he held me tightly.
"I said we are showering...together" he said into my ear in a husky serious tone.
I looked him in his eyes for a moment before nodding.
"Okay just let me us the bathroom first" I said back.
God, I'm so fucking weak.
"Why?" He asked raising a brow
"To pee Chris" I said rolling my eyes playfully.
"Oh" he said before I got up from his lap.
He slid out of me and helped me to the ground. Finally gaining my footing, I adjusted my underwear before turning to walk to the bathroom.
I tried to walk as normal as possible knowing his eyes were on me the whole time. I was not about to let him clown me despite me feeling all types of sore.
When I finally reached the bathroom, I did my business and flushed. Discarding my underwear, I placed it in the hamper.
Heading to the sink to wash my hands, I turned on the tap before hearing a soft knock on the door.
"You done?" He asked through the door before walking in.
"At least let me answer first" I laughed as I dried my hands with a paper towel.
"My bad" he chuckled as walked pass me and towards the shower, but not before slapping my butt with his palm causing me to gasp in surprise.
Oh he's bold.
I looked at him in shock as he opened the shower door reaching inside to turn the water on— a faint smile on his face.
I watched as his arm muscles contracted as he turned the nob in the shower. My eyes lingered as I gazed at his protruding back muscles.
Looking away, I bit my lip and clenched my legs closed.
I always had a irrevocable taste for men who were muscular and built, Chris was just that.
He had the perfect athletic build. Training day in and out for a physically demanding sport gives you that.
"Alright the water's warm" he said finally turning to face me.
My heart skipped a beat feeling as if I got caught with my wandering thoughts.
