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“It’s not the worst,” I said, relenting. “But it’s still not Boston.”

Lacey sighed. “No, it’s not.”

She was quiet for a little while.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked. Lacey shifted carefully so she didn’t get any water on the floor. The tub was a nice size, but it was still a pretty tight fit for both of us.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head and reaching toward me. “Come here.”

Even though I was curious where her thoughts had wandered, I let her pull me into her arms as she wrapped her incredible legs around me and I rested against her chest.

“What would you say if I wanted to have a sleepover in the van with you?” Lacey asked, leaning her chin onto my shoulder.

“You’d want to?” I asked.

“Sure. It would be like camping.”

I made a face. “I hate camping.”

“But don’t you have a bathroom and a shower in there?”

One of my hands stroked her leg up and down, remembering how it felt to have her sit on my face. Could we go back to having sex instead of talking about this?

“Yes, technically,” I said. “But it’s not what you think it is. Trust me.”

“So it’s true,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“What’s true?” I asked.

“That you are a little bit of a princess.” Her voice was full of triumph.

“Oh my god, I’m getting out,” I said, pretending to stand up, but she clamped her arms and legs around me to prevent that from happening.

“I didn’t say being a princess is a bad thing,” she said, kissing a spot under my ear that instantly made me want her.

“I do kind of feel like you’re my throne right now,” I said, deciding to go with it.

Her energy shifted and I knew I had changed the direction of her attention.

“Oh, I’m a throne now?” she asked, moving one hand under the water to stroke my entrance. “Can a throne do this?”

I arched my body into her touch, begging for more. “You can.”

Lacey chuckled in my ear as she pushed two fingers into me so slowly that my entire body shook. I couldn’t count the number of times I had come since last night, but I was still ready for more. My need and desire for her didn’t seem to be decreasing. It kept getting stronger, and I didn’t know how I was going to leave, let alone function without her.

Lacey fucked me with her fingers until I came and turned in her arms to kiss her. We drained the tub and rinsed off in the shower before I got on my knees and made her come with only my mouth as she stood against the wall and tried to keep herself upright.

I should have put a towel down, because my knees were aching when I stood up, but it was worth it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she said, kissing my wet face.

“So are you,” I said, kissing her back.

Eventually we needed to eat again, so Lacey cooked and since the weather was nice, we ate outside in the backyard. It reminded me of eating breakfast with her every morning and how our time together was coming to an end.

Lacey didn’t need to be in Arrowbridge to sell the house once it was ready and staged. She could go back to her life in New Hampshire and I would move on to my next job, which might end up being staging this very house.

The bottom line was that she was leaving, and I couldn’t let myself get carried away with this. Right now, we were two people who had an attraction to one another and we’d fallen into bed. That wasn’t a serious commitment. No one was proposing. I would just have to let her go when that time came. We’d go our separate ways and I’d have these memories to look back on.