Sex in the bathroom

He turned and cocked a brow at me.

"Seriously? This is ridiculous." He pointed at the tub. "Alright, let's get you soaking." He leaned forward and turned on the tap, making sure it was the right temp before he plugged it. After pouring some salt into the tub, he turned to me. "Alright, lift your arms."

When he grabbed the bottom of my shirt, I smacked his hands away and stepped back as my cheeks flushed. I didn't want him to see me.

"Melissa, come on. I've seen your body a million times. Let me help you. Sore ribs can be a real bitch when you're trying to get undressed."

I shook my head. "I don't want you to see me," I whispered.

"Well too bad because I'm going to see you either way. While you're taking a bath, I'm jumping in that sweet ass shower next to you."

My eyes moved to the glass separating the tub and the shower. The only thing separating them.

"You can't wait until I'm done?"

He shook his head. "No, because when we're both done, we're going downstairs to kick those guys out,