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we’d both be much happier.
    I placed the clothes on the arm of the couch and sat down. The sound of the shower starting and him moving the shower curtain back and forth assured me he had started his shower. Maybe the shower would make him feel better and a little more lively. I’m sure the fight in the bar probably has him exhausted.
    Life is about opportunities and options. I’m going to give you both. An option to apologize and an opportunity to walk away. I started to get wet thinking about it. There was something both sickening and sexy about watching men fight. Watching Erik do what he did was sexy. No one had ever stood up for me before. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was because I watched it happen. Maybe it was because…
    “ Kelli. Come in here! ” Erik screamed from the bathroom.
    Shit. What did I do? I forgot to give him his clothes. Is there shampoo in there? He needs a razor. I didn’t buy him razors. Shit.
    I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. “Yes?” I asked.
    “Get in here,” he responded from inside the shower.
    “You want me to…”
    “It’s pretty fucking simple, Kelli. Take off your clothes and get in the shower,” he laughed from behind the shower curtain.
    I quickly undid my pants and pushed them down to my feet and kicked them aside. I unbuttoned the first two buttons on my shirt, pulled it over my head, and dropped it on the floor beside my pants. I tossed my bra onto the pile and pulled off my socks.
    “I thought maybe you were mad at me,” I said as I pulled the shower curtain open.
    “Baby girl, if I’m mad at you, I’ll let you know,” he said as he stepped toward the rear of the shower.
    He looked massive in the small area of the shower. I stepped into the shower facing him, with my back toward the shower head. The warm water against my body startled me and I shivered.
    His chest muscles quivered as he stood facing me.
    “Water too cold? Too hot?” his biceps flexed as ran his hands through his hair.
    “No, it feels great…just wasn’t ready for it,” I said as I tilted my head back, allowing my hair get wet.
    “Turn around and face the shower,” he lowered his hands and whispered.
    “Yes sir,” I responded, turning to face the shower head.
    As the water pelted my face and chest, his hands worked from my upper back to my thighs. Back and forth they massaged, the feeling of his fingertips pressing into my skin became hypnotic. My eyes closed and my hands against the shower wall, I tried to anticipate where his hands would move next.
    With his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs and his fingers on the outside, his hands slid up and down the length of my legs. As his thumbs met the bottom of my butt, I felt the pressure of his body against me. His hips pressing against my butt, and his chest against my back, I bent my knees and pushed encouragingly against him.
    His right hand slid around my stomach and slowly up my torso to my breast. As he cupped my breast in his hand, he whispered into my left ear.
    “Grab the shower head, baby girl. Don’t let go of it. Do you understand me?” he whispered.
    “Yes…yes, sir,” I answered as I reached for the shower head with both hands.
    His left arm brushed against me as he reached down and turned the water temperature to hot. My muscles tensed as the water temperature increased. As my legs straightened and my knees locked, he began to pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    “Bend your knees, and back your little ass up to me, baby,” he insisted.
    I grasped the shower head and bent my knees. I felt the pressure of his cock against my pussy. His left hand reached around my hip and slid between my legs. As his finger began to massage my clit my legs started to shake.  I felt his finger penetrate me and I started to tingle.
    “From this day forward, from this moment forward, you will ask permission to have an orgasm. Heaven help you if you have an orgasm without permission,” he whispered into my left