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(This sample has been edited to remove some of the sexy words in favor of slightly more flowery ones, but the final book will be more like what you expect)

*** ASHLEY

He pins me to the bed, pushing my hips down. My legs are weak from sex and ecstasy, so I barely resist against him. With one final push, Ethan collapses on top of me. He softens, but it's still inside me. I twitch and shiver, slowly coming down from my orgasm. After a few more seconds, Ethan slides out of me. The oil left over from his massage makes it hard for him to stay on top of me, too.

He rolls to the side, crashing onto his back, and stares at me. I lay on my stomach, unable to move, and I stare at him. We just look at each other like that, staring at each other, watching the unadorned, wide-eyed bliss in each other's eyes.

“Princess,” Ethan says after a long time of silence. “I have a problem.”

“What?” I ask him. I'm too tired to say more than one word.

“I don't think I can get up,” he says. “How am I supposed to go to class now?”

“Ethan, you have to get up,” I tell him. “You need to go to class.”

Yes, I say this, but I don't think I can get up, either. I'm pretty sure I could fall asleep right now, exactly like this, and I wouldn't even care.

“Princess, please, tell me I don't have to go to class,” Ethan says, grinning.

“Nope! I won't do it!”

“Alright, well… at least help me get up. You should come take a shower with me.”

“I am pretty sure that's a terrible idea,” I say. “Do you know what's going to happen if we take a shower together? Also, you don't have a private shower. It's the men's room showers, Ethan. I'm not exactly welcome in there.”

“I'll sneak you in,” he says. “It's easy.”

“You sound much too confident in your abilities,” I tell him.

“Pretty fucking sure I just proved to you I know what I'm doing,” he counters, smirking.

“And I'm pretty sure that what you just did has nothing to do with showering,” I say, countering his counter.

“Look,” he says. “If you don't take a shower with me, I'm just going to pass out and go back to sleep and completely skip all my classes today. You need to help me be responsible. You're supposed to be the responsible one in our relationship.”

“I'm very upset at you for asking me to move right now,” I say. It's good to be honest, right?

“I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you chocolates or something. Flowers? I'll buy you chocolates and flowers, Princess.”

“What kind of chocolate?” I ask.

“Uh… those fucking… the assorted cream-filled ones. You know, caramel cream, and chocolate cream, and, uh… is there a mint cream one? Fuck, that sounds good.”

“I want truffles, too,” I say.

“Deal,” he says.

“Alright,” I say. “Deal.”

Neither of us moves, though. We stare at each other, waiting for the other one to move. I glare at Ethan and give him a dirty look. He glares back at me and reaches down to slap my ass. I fight back, which turns into wrestling, which then ends up with him tickling me. To be fair, I try to tickle him back! It's just, um… he's kind of stronger than me, so this isn't going well.

Then we fall off the bed. Oof. Ethan falls first, landing on his back, and I fall next, landing on him. It's not like it's a very long fall, so we're both fine, but it's still somewhat of a shock.

He shocks me again by kissing me and squeezing me tight. I kiss him back and hold him close.

“My mind wants to have sex with you again, but my cock is tired as fuck,” Ethan informs me.

“We're not having sex again,” I tell him. “We're taking a shower and then you're going to class!”

“What are you, my mom?” he asks, rolling his eyes.

“No, I'm your stepsister, and if you don't listen to me I'm going to tell my mom and your dad!”

“Whoa,” Ethan says, laughing. “Let's not do anything too drastic now, Princess.”

“Shower!” I say before kissing him quick and rolling off of him.

I somehow manage to hop to my feet. I can use my legs again, though I kind of feel like I'm walking for the first time. I stumble a little, but manage to keep my footing. Ethan stands up next to me and holds me steady, smiling.

“Come on,” Ethan says, kissing my forehead. “Let's go take a shower, Princess.”

*** ETHAN

Listen, I know what you're thinking. You think that Ashley and I are going to have sex again in the shower. I'm going to be honest with you and tell you that I would love to thrust into her delicious as fuck self while she's wet in more ways than one, her body glistening from the water while she fucking shines from her slick arousal.

We don't do that, though. I have to go to class. I have some priorities, alright? I have will power or something.

I really fucking hate willpower.

It doesn't help that I've got a hard-on from the moment we step into the shower together. Really doesn't fucking help at all, especially when Ashley decides she's going to help me wash off, then spends a minute stroking me.

What the fuck are you doing to me here, Princess? I don't even think she understands.

Nah, that's not true. She understands alright. She knows exactly what she's doing and she knows nothing good can come from it.

Well, two can play at that game…

“Turn around,” I tell her.

She whimpers and pleads with me with her eyes, but she turns around, too. She shimmies her ass at me as soon as she's facing away, then presses her hands against the tiled wall, leaning forward slightly.

Oh, fuck. You have no idea how difficult it is not to grab her hips and press my entire erection into her juicy as fuck body right now. Seriously, you have no idea.

Instead of doing that, I give her a taste of her own medicine. I press one hand against her hip, but the other goes between her thighs. I make a show of spreading shower gel and bubbles up and down one thigh, and then the other. When I'm done soaping up between her legs, I move to her ass. I cover that with suds and bubbles, too.

We're take a shower here. I'm being thorough, alright? Ashley's going to be clean as fuck when I'm done with her, that's for sure.

One hand goes up, leaving a trail of soap and bubbles in its wake. I clean up her side, towards her arm, and then down. She looks over her shoulder at me and gives me this cute little pout. Oh, don't even try it, Princess.

“Ethan,” she whimpers, moving back.

My erection slides between her soap-covered inner thighs. I guess there's not much soap anymore since water is raining down on us and it's not like this shower is the biggest ever. Whatever. My length still easily glides between her thighs. She squeezes her legs together, then moves back and forth a little, bending at the knees, stroking my shaft with her legs.

I think I had a plan before all of this. Pretty fucking sure I had a plan. What was the plan? Fuck if I know!

Oh, yeah, right. I remember now.

I slide my hand up her stomach and towards her breasts. To regain control of the situation, I pinch one of her nipples hard between my fingers. She bucks forward and lets out a gasp. Yeah, that's good. I can work with this.

While I still have some sense of control, I reach my other hand between her legs and slide two fingers up and down her slit. Her knees bend again, but this time almost buckling. I grab her with one hand to keep her up while the other continues toying with her slippery as fuck feminine folds.

You like that? Aw yeah. Alliteration at its finest. Slippery as fuck feminine folds. Damn right. I'm a fucking poet.

“What are you–” Ashley starts to say, but then she just falls.

Literally, she falls. Good thing my back is against the other side of the shower, or else we'd probably both fall out of the shower entirely. I really doubt that'd be a good thing, either.

My back slaps against the tiles behind me. Ashley falls into my arms. Oh, fuck, I broke her. Her legs don't work anymore. Sorry, Princess. I'll fix you, don't worry. I'll make it all better…

Nah, I lied. This is what she gets for teasing me before.

I pull the center of her body forward with one hand and line myself up quick. One, two, go. A second later she's impaled on me, and a second after that my fingers are eagerly playing with her. She wriggles and squirms against me, her lips open wide, some sort of sound trying to escape her throat.

I love when she's just fucking… lost. I don't know how to explain it. She gives in entirely. She lets me make her feel good, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

I grind my hips forward and thrust into her as far as I can. I'm already in her, but I just want to be deeper right now. I need it. I…

Remember how I told you I lied before? Yeah, uh… I did. Just let me enjoy this for a second.

That's it. Just a second. When a second is over, I stop stroking her. A second after that I pull out of her. I push her forward gently and help her stand on her own two feet again. She wobbles for a second, disoriented, but eventually figures it out.

Quick, I run my hands up and down her sides, over her breasts and her stomach, cleaning under her arms, too. I tickle her for good measure, and she almost lets out a loud laugh. I manage to cover her mouth at the last second, so her laugh comes out muffled, but the sound echoes through the bathroom a little, too.

Good thing we're the only ones here. It's not like we're allowed to be in the shower together, you know? I snuck her in here, but, uh… yeah… if we get caught, I'm pretty sure I'm in trouble.

Yeah, people do this all the time. Sometimes I've heard them. I don't give a fuck if they want to sneak a girl into the showers. It still doesn't change the fact that this is sort of the men's bathroom and, uh… yeah… there's rules or something.

Fuck the rules, though. Except the rules I have with Ashley. We're keeping those rules.

Seriously, though, fuck all the other rules.

Ashley's staring at me now. She turned around and everything.

“Um, excuse me!” she says, all sassy as fuck, hands on her hips.

“What's up, Princess?” I say, smirking.

“I need to be fucked, Ethan.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, nodding, all prim and proper now. “Please.”

“What?” I ask, pretending I didn't hear her.

“I said, yes, please,” she repeats herself.

“I have bad news for you,” I tell her.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “You don't. That's not what I want from you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“This?” she says, kind of a question, and kind of, uh… well, her fingers are wrapped around my shaft, so hopefully that gives you a good idea of what it kind of is.

“I'd love nothing more than to give it to you,” I tell her. “The thing is, there's this rule we have. Uh… yeah, you know the one. About teasing? I'm exercising my right to tease you, Princess.”

She stares at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed for a second. Then she's… the opposite? Her eyes are not wide now, they're narrowed and glaring at me, and her mouth is closed, lips pursed, looking pretty fucking annoyed.

“You're dumb,” she says.

I want to laugh. I'm about to laugh. Except…

“Hey, who else is taking a shower in here?” someone says.

Thankfully they just walked in, so I don't think they heard Ashley. But… uh… yeah, that's the only thing to be thankful for right now.

It's my dorm floor's RA. Resident advisor. You know, the guy who is supposed to make sure everyone on the floor follows the rules?

What am I doing right now? Pretty fucking sure I'm doing the opposite of following the rules.