There was no denying Jules, not now, when Kenzie’s body shivered despite the hot water streamed over her curves.  Shifting, she turned, breasts pressed against the foggy glass, still clearly visible to the man who had just entered their no longer private moment.  Kenzie didn’t notice, her eyes drifting closed as Jules hands continued to work their magic, continued to bring her already once spent loins right back to screaming with primal need to be turned inside out and fucked until she couldn’t breath.<br/><br/>A moan escaped her lips.   She reached behind, hand sliding along Jules’ hip, wanting to bring the woman closer.  She felt like a different person, a better person, here in the comfort of the other woman’s arms, as though the key that unlocked the secret being inside her had been hanging around Jules and Walter’s necks all this time… and she’d shied away.<br/><br/>Missed opportunities, stolen chances.  But none of that mattered now.<br/><br/>As her eyes opened to see Walter watching, her lips curled into a wicked smile.  She leaned back into Jules and nipped at the woman’s ear softly.  “Think he wants a show?”   Hips moved slightly to a beat only she could hear, but Kenzie doubted that mattered to either of them.