Chapter 69 How Cliché

• DAXTON
• I groaned, tilting my head backwards as I sank deeper into the bathtub. I was rock hard. Ever since I saw her again earlier in the bathroom, I couldn't get her off my mind. Even now, I could still smell her. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, massaging as I pictured her wet heat clamping around me. I could almost feel her hard nipples brushing against my chest. And her moans...shit.
• "Fuck," I groaned, my abdomen tightening as an orgasm ripped through me.