The image roots itself in my mind. Both of us naked in the shower. Pressing against the back of her lean body as I maneuver the showerhead to her pussy, to her clit. I already know what she sounds like when she comes. I’m going to hear that cute little whimper in my dreams tonight.

I can’t wait to coax another out of her.

I come hard, not bothering to muffle my moans. I’m in my room, after all. It’s her damn fault for teasing me.

I’ve barely brought myself down when the bathroom door opens and Shiloh appears, wrapped in a towel. She stops short, her gaze going from me on the bed to my hand buried between my thighs. “Monroe,” she says slowly. “Were you just masturbating to the image of me in the shower?”

“To clarify, I was masturbating to the image of both of us in the shower.” I give my clit one last circle, shiver, and withdraw my hand from my panties.

“I see.” She moves slowly, crossing to stand next to the bed.

Before I can decide how I want to play this, Shiloh grabs my wrist and lifts my hand up until it’s even with her face. The same hand with fingers still wet from my orgasm. She leans down and draws my pointer finger into her mouth. Her tongue, the slight sucking motion…

I shift on the bed. “Tease.” My voice is too breathy, too affected.

Shiloh ignores me and gives my next finger the same treatment. Tasting me. Cleaning every bit of evidence from my skin. It doesn’t take a large jump to picture her tasting me from the source. I shift again.

She flicks her tongue against my fingertips and releases me. “I’m very angry at you.”

“You came in that bathroom. I didn’t. If anyone should be angry, it’s me.”

Shiloh raises a dark brow. “I wasn’t aware orgasms were transactional with you.”

She has me there. I sigh. “Okay, fine. They’re not. I enjoyed making you come for the sake of making you come.” I’d like to do it again. And again. And again.

“Thought so.” She absently trails a finger over her collarbone. “You’re seducing me to hurt Broderick.”