"I had noticed," he said wryly, looking down over her shoulder at the line of her torso, the water running in rivulets between her breasts, the dark thatch of hair between her legs. His cock pressed against the small of her back, flaccid but not uninterested.

Smiling faintly against her temple, he reached for the soap, lathering his hands and then going about gently washing the evening's exploits from her skin.