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“You realize we have to live with her, right?”

Another jerk that tells me he doesn’t care and is running this show, and I can either get on board and get the release we both need, or I can fight it and suffer accordingly.

Maybe a good wank will get it—and her—out of our system.

“Fine. But just this once.”

And because I’m allowing myself this once, I let my mind drift and don’t hold back when it decides to get fucking dirty.Red hair, alabaster skin, large, full tits, sweet cunt rubbing all over my face. I wonder if her skin and pussy taste like the vanilla and cherries I always smell on her. Christ, I haven’t fucked in so long, and I can’t remember the last time I fucked good.

My fingers glide through the wet strands of her red hair as I coax her mouth with mine. She’s eager, more than a little excited, as I press her against the shower wall. Her large tits meet my chest, her tight nipples hard peaks that demand attention. My hand runs along the mountainous curve of her side until I capture and lift her breast in my hand. The action has her rubbing her pussy along my hip as she hoists a leg up and grinds against my aching cock.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, Loomis. Please touch me.”

“Where, darling?”

“Here,” she whispers, her fingers dragging along the slopes of her chest down to her pussy where she splits her lips and shows me her pulsing clit, just fucking begging for me to give it relief. She taps it. “I need it here. I need you.”

Reflexively my hand starts to jerk my cock, starting at the base and twisting in an upward motion over the crown, making sure I hit the sweet spot underneath. My balls are already tight, and as much as I’d love to prolong this and the fantasy I’m having, I don’t think my body will abide that.

My mouth devours hers in a searing kiss as I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. “No condom,” I tell her, which nearly gives me pause. I’ve never asked nor demanded that of any lover, but this isn’t real, and the thought of simply fucking straight into Keegan with nothing between us is too good to be denied.

“Give it to me. I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me up.”

I plow into her, my fist gripping my shaft as tightly as her cunt would, and a groan slips past my lips. “Fuck, is that good? Christ, Keegan.”

“More,” she cries, and I start to pound into her, fucking her and my hand in earnest. I don’t get far, and thankfully, this isn’t real because, embarrassingly, I come all over the shower wall before she comes in my fantasy. Jets of white spurt from me while another low growl and some incoherent words slur past my lips.

I’m hardly able to catch my breath as I keep my eyes closed and my forehead tucked in my arms.Bloody hell.That was better than it’s been in some time.

Blowing out a breath, I pull away from the wall and wash up. My mind is clearer than it’s been all day, and as much as I feel a bit like a, well, wanker for what I just did, it seems to have helped. I shut off the tap and wrap a towel around my waist as I step out and into the hallway only to run almost directly into Keegan.

I stumble back a step, catching the towel before it slips off. She jolts back, too, as if she hadn’t expected me, and how long had she been standing outside the door? Did she hear me? Was she listening? And did… fuck, I think I did say her name.

“Hi,” she squeaks, her eyes wide and her cheeks and chest visibly flushed, even in the dark hallway. “Sorry, I was going down to get a bottle of water.”

“Not a problem,” I manage. She’s wearing what she was before, the same tank top and shorts, only now she’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples are poking through the thin material.

My cock gives a jerk as if he didn’t just come less than five minutes ago. It doesn’t help that she’s visibly drinking me in, taking in the lines of my wet arms, chest, and abs. She doesn’t move to get her water, and I don’t step around her as I should.

Say goodnight, go into your room, shut the door, and go to sleep.

Except I can’t make my feet move because I can’t take my eyes off her. Not off her face or heavy breasts or soft, round belly, or the curve of her hips that lead… fuck. I need to stop this now. I’ve always liked curvier women, and Keegan has a body that doesn’t know how to quit.

I want to know if she heard me, but I can’t ask that. If she says yes, that’ll be it because I’ll kiss her, and I can’t kiss her. “I’ll let you get your water then.”

“Yes. I should let you get dressed. Your nipples are hard, so you must be cold.”

A chuckle bursts from my lips.

Her jaw drops and her eyes bulge out of her head before her face meets her hands. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m going to go, and you can pretend that didn’t happen.”

“You mean like how we’re going to pretend you weren’t listening outside the loo door?”

She sputters out a noise that’s somewhere between a squeak and an embarrassed laugh. “I… I, no, I mean, I wasn’t.”

“Uh-huh. Sweet dreams, Keegan. But you know I’ve already had mine.” I wink and step around her, heading straight for my bedroom. I shouldn’t have said that, but the temptation was too good to resist. So much for making things easier tomorrow.

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