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I bring his face to mine and kiss his warm, soft lips. “Yes, they’re elite pastries.”Kiss.

“Definitely woods.”Kiss.

“Only when I’m awake, or dreaming.”Kiss.

“You being you and supportive is more than enough.”Kiss.

“And right now.”Kiss.

The relief in his muscled body is immediate. He pulls me into him even more, as if our bodies could somehow morph into one. I take a step back towards the shower and he follows, never breaking the contact of our bodies. Even pressed this close together I still crave more. The steam around us keeps us warm as he presses me back against the stone wall. Despite what we did not only thirty minutes ago, somehow just holding each other in the back of this shower, after those admissions feels more intimate. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but the air continues to grow thick around us.

“Camila—”

“This is real for me too,” I breathe.

His eyes close as he drops his forehead to mine. “Are we really doing this?” His lips drop to my jawline briefly before coming back to search my eyes. “For real?”

My chest is still heavy with a fear of excitement but I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face as I nod my head and his lips find mine.

His kiss is passionate and all-consuming. His hands grip the back of my thighs as he effortlessly lifts me. I reach between us and move him so he’s at my entrance. He pauses a moment, and the eye contact is so intense but I don’t look away. I welcome the way it makes my chest tighten. He brings one arm to wrap around my back and the other on the wall behind me. His lips find mine again, warm and wet. All it takes is a soft moan from my mouth to his and he slides himself in. His movements are slower this time, but I can feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse of him as he fills me up completely. Despite the heat from the shower my neck still fills with goosebumps. I can’t ever imagine my bodynotreacting this way to him. The angle he’s holding me at has him brushing against my clit with every thrust. Still sensitive from my earlier orgasms it doesn’t take long for me to reach that peak pleasure. He finds his relief right after me, and drops his forehead to mine, our breath in sync. We don’t say anything for a long moment, but we don’t need to.

Miles

I wakefrom the mostpeaceful night of sleep I’ve ever had. A cool breeze blows through the room, and this high up, the morning fog is so thick outside, it gives the illusion we’re wrapped in our own personal cloud.

Camila’s body lays comfortably under my arm. Her chest rises and falls with each soft breath she takes. I run my nose along her neck and take a deep inhale of her scent. That rich but creamy smell gets me every time. I’m still riding a high from last night. I couldn’t have anticipated how badly I needed to hear her say that she wanted this too. That being with me wasn’t a mistake and the feelings I’ve had for her weren’t one-sided.

Her breathing changes and she begins to stir. Her ass rubs up against me as her back arches in a small stretch. If she wasn’t awake before, my rock-hard cock digging into her now would certainly wake her. She moves to sit up and I close my eyes pretending to be asleep. I feel her slide to the edge of the bed. Through the ends of my lashes, I watch her pull her hair up into one of those messy knots on the top of her head before she bends down and slides one of my T-shirts over her. As much as I love to see her naked body sitting at the end of the bed looking like a goddamn angel, I fuckinglovethe sight of her in my clothes.

“Okay see, this is the second time now you’ve tried to sneak out on me. You’re going to give me a complex.”

Her spine twists as she looks over her shoulder at me. My eyes narrow in on her as my tongue wets my bottom lip and she comes crawling back up the bed. She lays her body on top of mine, with her fists propped under her chin. “I was going to attempt to make us some coffee with your fancy machine.” Her sexy raspy morning voice has my dick twitching under the sheet.

“Touch the fancy coffeemachineand this relationship might be over before we even have a chance to begin.”

“What if I try it naked?”

“I would enjoy that, but you might make Rosa a little uncomfortable.” Her mouth parts and a laugh bursts out of me, causing her to shake up and down on top of me.

Her eyes narrow as she points a finger at me. “Rosa doesn’t come in the morning.”

“She does when I text her the night before asking her to come make my wife some scones.” I rub my thumb gently against her cheeks and her face tilts into the touch.

She sits up excitedly, straddling my stomach, “Well, if there’s scones down there then what are we still doing up here?”

“The scones are your breakfast, Camila. Mine is up here. And after all that sex last night, I’m absolutely famished.” I squeeze her thighs with my hands. “Now be a good wife and come sit on my face.”

“Good morning, Rosa.”

“Good morning, Miss Camila.”

She grabs an eclair and sits at the counter pulling it apart.

“Oh my god, Rosa, you’ve outdone yourself, these are incredible.”

“I’m glad, on such short notice I had to work with what I had,” she says, throwing an evil eye at me.

“What do you have planned for this beautiful day?” Rosa asks.