Just A Quick Shower...

Charles Dera, the hot contractor who's just wrapped up fixing up Tessa Thomas's brand-new massage parlor, glances down at his dusty, sweat-streaked body. Damn, he needs a rinse. He shoots her a grin—'Mind if I hop in the shower real quick?' Tessa's eyes sparkle with mischief. 'Go right ahead, stud.' He saunters off, clueless that she's been eyeing him like her next conquest all day. The water's barely running when she slips in behind him, her voice all husky tease: 'Let me help you scrub that grime off.' He freezes, half-smirking, half-wary. 'You sure?' She laughs, pressing close. 'Honey, I do this with all my clients—gets 'em nice and relaxed.' Sold. They lather up, hands roaming slick and bold, sparks flying under the steam. Towels barely dry before she's purring about a Nuru massage, that slippery gel promising pure sin. He caves fast, her curves sliding against him like temptation on ice. What starts playful turns filthy quick—her grinding, him thrusting, bodies tangled in a sweaty, moaning frenzy of raw, no-holds-barred fun.