With that torture lying ahead, I practically crawl down the hall to my bedroom and then shuffle into the bathroom. I’m so sore that I think I black out at some point after starting the shower and peeling off my sweaty clothes, because the next thing I know, I’m standing in the steaming hot shower spray, moaning out a litany of curse words.
“Does that feel good?” A deep voice asks from the doorway.
I’m too exhausted to be startled or self-conscious. I just nod and whimper. “This is the best and worst moment of my entire life.”
Ivan laughs. That deep, growly sound would start a fire low in my belly if my body wasn’t currently using all of its reserves of energy to keep me upright.
He leaves his clothes in a pile on the floor and slides into the shower behind me. When his arms wrap around
