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His smile showed off the dimple in his cheek. “I’ll beat your beautiful ass for being cheeky to me.”

Loren’s mouth popped open. A few snickers from the living room were the only indication that anyone heard them.

“Later,” she mouthed to Darien.

“Finish eating,” he said, that dark look in his eyes hinting that ‘later’ would be coming very soon.

Loren was in the steam shower getting ready for the day, rinsing the last of the conditioner out of her hair, when a knock came at the door.

“If you’re Darien, you can come in!” she called, wringing her hair out.

The door cracked open, and Darien walked into the bathroom.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked as he pushed the door shut. What a ridiculous question. She never minded anything, as long as it involved him.

“No,” she told him, her heart already pounding as she watched him undress.

When he opted to brush his teeth before getting in the shower, she knew exactly where this was going. And a different, more intimate part of her body began to throb with anticipation, beating in time with her heart.

Gods, she was so glad her memories had come back.

He opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. Gave her a little smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

He stepped into the water, soaking his hair and pushing it back. “How are you feeling?” She knew he wasn’t referring to blood sugar this time.

“Better.”

“Good.” He stepped closer, his left hand coming around to the small of her back, and bent to kiss her. “I swear I’ve never been happier,” he breathed between kisses. “I’m so happy to have you back, sweetheart. I can’t keep my hands off you.” When he grabbed a fistful of her ass for illustration, she whimpered, a sound he was quick to swallow with another kiss.

“Pretty sure you couldn’t keep your hands off me before, either,” she breathed against his mouth, barely able to get the words out as he kept kissing her as if he were starved.

“Still got that naughty mouth on you.” He picked her up, making her squeal in surprise, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “But it’s that mouth that made me fall for you.”

He took her to the bench with him and sat down, placing her in his lap, her back to his front. He spread her legs so one was draped over each of his knees, and she felt the hard press of his cock against her spine.

And then his hand came around her waist, dipping between her thighs, his middle finger circling her clit. Gods, he was so good at this, her muscles were already tightening in anticipation.

They tightened even more when Darien asked her, “Are you too sore from last night, or can I play?”

Her back was arching against him, her toes curling in open air as he swirled the wetness—not all of it from the water—around her clit. “You can play,” she whispered.

So he spread her open, sinking his middle finger inside her.

They groaned in unison. She was a bit sore, but she didn’t care. She just couldn’t get enough of him.

He dipped his finger in and out of her, only going up to the second knuckle. When she began to get desperate for more, squirming in his lap, he added another finger and pushed them both in all the way.

“This gives me some practice with my left hand,” he said, his breath fanning her mouth as she turned her head to look at him. She leaned closer, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, kissing and nipping in a way that made him groan, low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He quickened his pace, and as he finger-fucked her, she felt phantom pressure on her clit—a teasing and rubbing that varied between feather-light and a firmer touch that sent pleasure sparking through her in white-hot bolts.

“What is that?” she gasped, knowing full well he wasn’t using his other hand—the broken one.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “My magic.”

“Have you ever used it on me before? Aside from that time at—” Gods, her legs were shaking— “the school?” When he’d assaulted her body with it, and she had literally fallen to the grass from the staggering force of the orgasm he’d given her.

“Only in the dining room that one night.” She remembered that night very well. “I wanted to make you come so badly. You were such a filthy girl, fantasizing about fucking me. I didn’t want to stop.” He kept dipping his fingers in and out of her, using the heel of his hand to rub her pulsing clit, his eyes devouring every face she made. “I liked how you squirmed for me. I wanted to lay you back on my table and watch you come from my magic. And then I wanted to get on top of you and fuck you raw. I was already down so bad for you, you drove me insane.”