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Francesca

The castle was quiet when I arrived from the vineyards, and my skin crawled in the air conditioning. It was time for a shower and a nap. Stretching my arms to ease my pain, I walked up the stairs and turned toward my room. Instead, Faust's room. How could I forget? At least his bed was comfortable. That was the only advantage.

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I entered and threw Faust's hat on an armchair. I started taking off my clothes then paused. Was the shower working?

My hands froze, my mind stuck in that noise. Faust was there. And he was taking a shower.

Oh God, I should leave. I shouldn't think about him naked and soapy, hands sliding under that body, his thick cock dangling between his legs. I loved showering with him, getting on my knees in the hot spray and worshiping him with my mouth. He braced his hands on the tile and watched as he pumped his hips, dragging his heavy length in and out of my throat.

Desire, raw and undeniable, clawed at my gut and itched my