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The exhaustion is Raphael’s fault. I barely sleep, because every night he worships my body in so many ways there’s not an inch of my flesh that isn’t sore, tingling with pleasure, responding promptly to his touch. He ruined me. I’ll never find anyone who could make me come alive inside like he does.

“Turn around.” His low, raspy voice makes me shiver.

I slowly pivot and face the shower wall. He presses his chest against my back, and I put my hand on the tiles in front of me to balance his weight. He lathers my shoulders, slipping slowly down my skin, cupping my breasts and squeezing firmly. He pinches my nipples and I moan. He does it again and I push my butt against his raging erection.

He slowly drags his fingers down my stomach, my belly, until he slips them between my legs, and pinches my clit. A low groan comes out of my chest, and I can’t do nothing to stop it. An animalistic sound revealing my arousal.

“Do you like that?” he utters in my ear.

“Yes,” I breath as he releases it and the blood rushes to the spot, making me almost come.

“Good. Because I’m gonna fuck your pussy from behind, and I want you to squeeze my balls dry when you come around my cock.”

Damn, he can talk dirty! “What are you waiting for?”

He pauses for a second with his fingers between my folds. A deep growl rises in his chest, and he bites my shoulder while he pushes my legs apart. He positions his erection at my entrance and with a long powerful stroke he buries himself deep inside me.

I moan at the fullness of his intrusion. He backtracks, almost slipping out of my wet entrance, and then pushes roughly inside me again. He fucks me slowly and vigorously, with every plunge rhythmically stroking and pinching my clit.

His hips slap against my ass and every blow pushes me closer and closer to the wall until my forehead is resting on it.

My orgasm mounts slowly but steadily and when I reach the peak, it’s so shattering my legs give out. Raphael holds me tightly to his chest while I ride out my pleasure, wave after wave until he comes inside me, his cock twitching deep inside my core, filling me up with his seed.

“Damn, that was good,” he pants, resting his forehead against my back.

“Agree. Amazing.” I finally have the strength to stand up without him holding my waist. I turn around and kiss him. “You know, I could get used to those orgasms.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Then I’ll have to find new ways to pleasure you, or you’ll get bored. My new personal challenge.”

“Not complaining.” I slip my fingers into his hair and drag him closer for another kiss.

His lips possess mine and when his tongue slips into my mouth, my world tips a bit, pushed by the hammering in my chest. It’s sex. It’s just sex. I have to convince myself that it can’t ever be anything different, more. But while my head might be able stay on track with this logic, my heart is all over the place as I drown in Raphael’s world.

“Can we go for round two?” he whispers against my lips.

I rest my hands on his perfectly sculpted chest, putting some distance between us. “No. I’m already late for my appointment at the bakery.”

I reluctantly take a step back from his inviting semi-erection. The lust in his eyes almost makes me reconsider my decision, and his nakedness isn’t helping my resolution one bit. He moves a little closer and sees me hesitate for a second. He’s a true politician—good at reading people and taking advantage of their weaknesses.

“Damn it! Stay away,” I squeal, laughing when he grabs my ass and squeezes it, dragging me against his cock.

“I’m not keeping you here!” he states innocently.

“Yes, that’s exactly what you’re doing!” I protest.

He finally lets me go then turns off the shower, and as soon as he opens the glass door to grab a towel, I already miss his embrace, the warmth of his body. He wraps the fluffy fabric around me and dries my naked skin. I love the attention he gives me.

“We’re not together this morning, right?” he asks as we brush our teeth in front of the antique bathroom mirror. I never imagined doing something so mundane with a man and liking it.

“No, I have to go to the bakery to confirm the cake flavor we chose, plus decide on some other arrangements for the decorations.” I shudder at the thought of tasting another sugary bite. It’s been five days since our tasting, and I’ve only been able to eat salty foods.

“I hope they’re not going to make you try anything while you’re there.” He gives me a sympathetic smile.

“I have a list of at least five excuses to turn them down,” I assure him.

He chuckles and comes closer after rinsing his mouth. “Do you want me to come with you?” he offers, hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek.

“Don’t you have something more important to do, like save the world?” I tease.