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“Breathe.” He moves ever so slowly, the way his fingers soothed me before.

The sensation is so intense; the slightest movement is enough to send me into a frenzy. Adrenaline rushes through me, and there’s a tinge of danger to it. As if his cock in my ass is something so forbidden it could hurt us both. But it doesn’t. My core ignites, and he pushes a little more.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He runs his teeth along my jaw as he pulls out a bit then swells gently into me.

I’m about to explode. A part of me wants him to go fast, but I know I can come at this slow like honey pace. The delicious burn inside keeps growing with every tender roll of his hips. He cups both my breasts and kneads them in a measured rhythm that matches the rest of his body. I glance down at his hands tugging my slippery nipples into peaks. And I realize I’m covered in oil from the neck down.

My clit is on fire. I reach between my legs and rub on it hard. “Archer,” I call for him.

“I’m right here, Little Dove.” He moves his hand down and takes over for me, skimming his fingers into my folds and around my clit.

Standing on my tippy toes, I take in a little more of him. At this angle and with him all the way in, the unravelling that has been sitting at the very edge of my core is just impossible to contain. I brace my palm on the smooth tile and let the fire consume me. My orgasm is familiar but so different at the same time. It’s everywhere all at once. It burns and it soothes, and it devastates in the same stroke of rapture.

“Archer.” I reach behind me to fist his hair as he wraps his arm around my waist and plunges into me.

“Fuck.” He holds me tighter, bracing one hand on the wall, as he finds his own climax.

But still, he’s being careful not to ravish me the way he normally does. It doesn’t matter that he’s not fucking me intensely. I still come harder than I have before as the ribbons of pleasure linger at my core and in my chest.

He shivers against me, panting ragged breaths on the side of my face. Slowly, he pulls out and moves out of the way, so the warm spray hits my back. My knees feel like they’re about to buckle, but I stay put while he squirts body wash onto a washcloth and begins to wash me.

“Don’t worry.” He kisses my shoulder. “We’re going back to bed after this.”

“Good. Because I can’t feel my legs.” I press my forehead to the tile and laugh.

I shampoo my hair while he gently scrubs every inch of my body. His hands on me make me feel protected, cherished. What would it take for the two of us to stay here, just like this, forever?

When he’s finished, he steps under the second shower head to wash up. I could get out and dry up, but instead, I stand there and ogle him as he roughly scrubs his chest and abs. Suds scurry down his soft skin, as he tips his head back to let the warm spray rinse him.

“You like to watch, Little Dove?” He steps out, grabs a white fluffy towel off the rack and dries himself.

Heat creeps up my cheeks. Shaking my head, I follow him out of the shower stall. Butterflies flutter in my belly when he saunters to the vanity and proceeds to brush his teeth. The man just had butt sex with me in the shower. But for some reason, spying on Archer while he performs the most basic part of a hygiene routine feels like an intrusion of his privacy. But I don’t care. Leaning my hip on the counter, I simply stare.

He spits out the toothpaste, then cups his hand to catch tap water and bring it to his mouth.

“Something on your mind, Little Dove?” he asks.

“No.” I shake my head, squeezing toothpaste on my toothbrush.

He chuckles then disappears into his closet. For a moment, I’m disappointed because it seems like he’s getting ready to go out. But when he returns, he’s only wearing his boxer briefs.

I finish brushing my teeth, comb my hair with my fingers, then meet him back in the suite. By then, he’s already in bed, scrolling on his phone.

“You don’t have work today?” I ask, climbing in next to him.

“I’m doing it right now.” He winks.

I prop my head on my hand, lying on my side, while I study his features. “We should do this every morning.”

“What we did today is more of a treat, than an everyday meal.” A sexy smile pulls at his lips.

“It was so intense.” I get on my knees and lean on his bent leg. “I liked it.”

“Me too.” He slides his phone onto his bedside table, then pulls me into his arms. “There isn’t a single thing about you I don’t like.”

“I love everything about you.” I kiss his chest. “I like that there are no more secrets between us.”

He tenses next to me, and I wince. I didn’t mean to kill the mood. I only wanted to thank him for what he did for me last night. He not only took care of my father, but he also took care of me at my worst. Or maybe not my worst, but definitely pretty close.