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Annie, on her knees before me, her dark eyes wide as she takes my cock in her mouth.
Fuck.
I lean into the warmth, letting the water slide over my skin, where it helps to harden my cock even further and my need roars inside me.
Annie, naked and trembling, her body slick with sweat, her hair tangled around her face as she looks up at me with desire burning in her eyes.
My grip tightens, the friction growing almost painful, but I can't stop. Not yet.
Annie, her face flushed, her breathing ragged as she climaxes around me, her hands gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white.
I grit my teeth, the pressure building inside me. I'm close. So fucking close.
But it's not enough. I'm not nearly close enough.
Damn it.
I give up the fight and lean into the fantasy, letting it take over. Letting myself imagine what it would be like to sink into her, feeling her body tense around me as she cries out in ecstasy.
It's a mistake. A dangerous mistake. But I can't bring myself to care. Not when the image is so damn enticing.
I picture the way she would look, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parted as she pants my name. I imagine the way she would feel, hot and tight and perfect around me. I picture the way she would sound, her voice high and needy as she begs for more.
It's enough. It's more than enough.
With a low groan, I let go and come with a strangled moan, spraying onto the shower tile. My knees nearly buckle, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful, and for a moment, all I can do is hang on and ride it out.
The rush is powerful, but fleeting. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
When the world finally comes back into focus, I let out a ragged breath, my heart pounding.
I'm screwed.
There's no other word for it.
The woman who just made me come harder than I have in years is also the woman who is responsible for my son's happiness. The woman I trust to keep him safe.
I've crossed a line, and there's no going back.
I shut off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my waist. I can't think about this now.
As I cross back to my room, a familiar feeling hits me again, and I stop in disbelief.
What the hell?
How can I possibly be hard again already? It's barely been a few minutes.
The thought is absurd. Laughable. But my body is undeniably responding, my arousal is pretty damn obvious and undeniable beneath the thick terry cloth.
I groan and throw the towel aside, pacing the room and not caring that I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing. I try to will away the unwanted erection, but it doesn't work. If anything, the thought of Annie naked, her body glistening with sweat, makes it worse.
God, she's infuriating.
I stalk to the closet and rummage for a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, yanking them on with more force than necessary. It's late, and there's no one around to see me in the gym, and maybe, just maybe, I can burn off whatever the hell this is if I work out long enough.
I pad down to the door of my bedroom and open it, careful to keep quiet. I don't want to wake anyone up. I don't want to talk, or think, or feel anything right now.
I just want to run until I'm too tired to move.