“Whatever I want?” he asked when he pulled away. She nodded, something warm winding through her stomach at his slow smile. “I think I’d like a shower.”
“A hot and soapy one,” Jenny agreed. She slithered down his legs as he stood, but though her arms fell away, Ashley didn’t let her move beyond his reach, catching her hand and leading her toward the en suite bathroom. She smiled. When he made up his mind about something, Ashley was resolute. It made a refreshing change.