Fixer POV
Fuming.
Words fail me.
Why does hate have such a big hold on people?
I went to my room and took a shower, surprised when Tank joined me.
He took the sponge from my hand and washed my body, slowly, sensually, lovingly. He showed me how much he cherished me with his actions and kisses on my tummy, as if he were kissing his child.
"Turn around." He requested in a husky voice that had my lady parts clenching with need.
I turned, and he washed my back, then leaned his chest on my back, nibbling on my ear.
"I want you." He whispered and rubbed his shaft on me. I groaned as he spread my legs and slipped his shaft between my legs, moving it against my core.
"Yes," I replied breathlessly, as he kept sliding his shaft slowly, that send my legs weak, and my need for him higher.
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