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SADIE

Where the hell did I put my…?

Uh-oh.

A lamp spins on its base set on a crash course for the bed. I leap from the near darkness, straining my hand out. Metal bites into my palm and I sigh. I caught it.

Whew. Taking a deep but silent breath, I push the lamp my ass sent flying back into place. I didn’t accidentally wake—

“Leaving already?”

Damn. I freeze, the deer in the headlights. Also the moth in the flame.

Sitting up in bed, his arms stretched out like a king surveying his domain, Aubry spots me.

The sheet’s wound up across his lap, barely hiding the cock that went seven rounds last night.

Well, night is a stretch. I think we fell asleep about two hours ago, me curled up in an exhausted stupor—him molded around me.

And that cock always twitching as if raring to go for an eighth time.

As my brain fights to find an excuse for why I have to leave him this second, the base of his cock pulses under the sheet. He’s like a dog whose tail wags whenever he’s excited.

Oh, do not say that aloud.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say.

“Too late.” He chuckles but there’s gravel in there. Surely he’s not mad that I hoped to dine and dash on this seven course meal.

“I just…need to get home. Get some breakfast. Shower. Change for work. I’ve got…not even an hour to get in.”

His stern face cracks into a smile. “Ah, the dreaded nine to five.”

“More like seven to six, but who’s counting the advanced calculus of scheduling so I only work thirty-nine and a half hours each week?”

Aubry thuds his feet to the ground, and I nearly gasp.

On his neck, right over one of the muscles, is a bruise.

It’s already gone green in the few hours since I may have gone a bit feral while he had me on top.

I’m so focused on the mark, both regretting and proud of it, I don’t realize he’s standing before me until his cock and balls are swaying in the wind.

All it takes is one little gasp from me and it’s already hardening.

That was why I tried to sneak out early. I knew if he caught me, if he gave me that look, I’d be right back in his bed. How the hell we didn’t break it is the real mystery.

He doesn’t cup his shaft, tell me to get on my knees, or invite me to taste it. Instead, Aubry paces closer, raking his hair into place before he curls his fist under my chin. “Why don’t you shower you here?”

Because my work clothes are home. If I put my dress back on, I’ll wind up smelling like you all day and my brain does not need something new to obsess over.

I part my mouth to unleash anything forming an excuse. He pulls me close. Not caring about the two-hour morning breath, he kisses me. My lips ache, exhausted from the night, but he softens until I fall into his touch.

Yes, take me. Forget work. Forget bills.

Just fuck me until I forget who I am or that I like to eat food.

“I’ll make breakfast,” Aubry says.

Huh? Starry-eyed I blink at him as he pulls back.

A quick slap strikes my ass, no pain, all shock. He nods in the direction of a door. “Bathroom’s through there.” With that, he takes off, still bare naked.

I cling to the door, watching his ass as my brainstem melts down my spinal column. I got that. Not just got, but that gave me more orgasms than I’ve had in my life.

I don’t mean in one night. I mean total. It was incredible.

And now it’s over.

Keeping my smile on, I plunge into his master bathroom.

I brace myself for either a sterile toilet and shower combo like a hardware store floor model, or wet towels piled everywhere.

There aren’t really any feminine touches in the decorating department, but he’s got jars scattered across the dual sinks.

Creams for hair, creams for face. I turn into Nancy Drew and look each one over as if they could give me some insight into Mr. Aubry Gene.

What makes him the kind of man to carry an epipen to a bar?

Why does he save girls he doesn’t even know?

What the hell gives him the stamina to go seven times in one night? If it’s a deal with Satan, sign me up. I’m not doing much with my soul anyway.

Other than learning his voluminous hair isn’t entirely genetic, I’m at a loss. So he’s a rich, kind, cat-owning ex-bouncer who likes brown girls with thick thighs and bellies. How cliché.

I want to laugh, but my brain can’t stop churning over the clues. He’s perfect. For fuck sake, he can cook.

This bathroom is so big there isn’t a shower curtain. Instead, the whole corner that could be its own room is the shower. I strain to turn on the nozzle, uncertain what’s about to come out. Could be champagne.

As the water hits the tiles, I pull my dress off over my head and catch sight of myself in the mirror.

Oh, I look like I got hit by a truck that was carrying nitroglycerin.

My under eyes are black with exhaustion, my cheeks ruddy from either strain or some rosacea due to scruff burn. But I can’t stop smiling.

Wait. What’s that?

I take a step toward his mirror and the smile vanishes.

Red splotches dot across my breasts and down my cleavage. What in the…?

“Ah!” Why did I touch one?

The second the itching pain sears through my nerves, I know what they are. Hives. Probably my immune system still panicking after my last scare. It can take days for it to calm down.

I’d forget them entirely knowing I have some hydrocortisone cream in the medicine cabinet, but I’m not at home. I’m in a delicious man’s shower with weird red patches over my breasts. Come on, body. Can’t you just be cool for once?

Though if anything of me is going to scare him off, I could probably handle my finicky immune system doing it.

After testing the spray with my hand, I walk into the shower. When the rain fall lands on my hives, it stings like tiny pinpricks. I reach for the handle to turn it down, before a strange flush rises from inside of me.

Aubry standing before me, panting after he’s tongue fucked me. Cock in one hand, stroking himself as he cries out and explodes all over me.

Instead of turning the shower down, I crank it up. The water hits and I moan, first from the pain, then the rush right to my pussy. Driving a man mad with just the taste of me—fuck. My fingers run down my thigh, brushing over my soaked hair to part their way in.

No. I’m here to get clean, then get to work. I should not be doing that in his shower.

Oh god. How many times does he jack off in here?

Nope. Focus. I grab the soap and pause.

How does he smell so green? Like a new garden in the sunlight?

Is this it?

I take a whiff but all I smell is soap. There isn’t even a hint of wolverine claws or extreme wind surfing. Fine then. Keep your mysteries.

After lathering the suds on my hands, I move to put the soap back. An arm reaches to take it.

I yelp and crash back into the bare chest of Aubry.

“You…you didn’t. I…” Gazing up at him, his chest glistening with the spray of water, my panic melts into a puddle. “I thought you were making breakfast.”

“I did. My lord and master has once again had the whole bottom of his bowl covered. He’s content until the next time he can see a spot of metal.”

Aubry suds up and down his arms, but he doesn’t put the soap back. Instead, he reaches around me. I assume it’s to rinse off and move to give him room. His wide palm lands on my stomach and he begins to circle the soap over my skin.

Oh… I need to get to work. To do the thing that I do. With the…fish?

He finishes with my belly and skirts the soap right under my breasts.

“I hope it’s not too cold for you?” Aubry holds one palm flat in the water.

“It’s…” I glance over my shoulder and quiver down to my drowning toes. It’s not mischief in his eyes, or even hunger. No, it’s the certainty that leaves my tongue twirling in my mouth. “Great.”

He cracks a smile. “Good.” Both hands curl over my breasts. At first he teases, running the soap over one, then the other. I close my eyes when he thrums against my nipples.

Then he hits my hives.

“Holy shit,” I cry out, slamming a hand to the wall.

“Is something wrong?” Aubry asks.

Yes. And also no. Dear god, yes! It hurts but it feels so good too.

Aubry dots the soap up my chest hitting damn near every hive. It’s like he remembers everywhere his cum hit me, and he’s reveling in it. I’m shaking, fighting to keep my thighs closed and not grab his hand to put between them.

“I haven’t seen Astin,” my brain throws out.

“He’s slow to trust new people. Or even me. Sometimes, I don’t see him for days.”

Lips run up my neck, and I grab his hair.

“That’s too bad,” I say, pressing him tighter to my neck. His hands abandon my chest at last, but they’re moving south, and I know where. “I had a cat once. Well, it was a cat in the neighborhood. A stray. I kept trying to get it to like me. I’d put out treats and—Yah!”

He’s sudsing down my thighs, reaching around toward my ass all while kissing my neck. Fuck, he keeps grazing his knuckle just over my throbbing pussy lips. That bastard knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s driving me insane.

I need to get to work. Right? Being late is a bad thing. Making money is more important than mind blowing sex in this huge shower.

“Sadie?”

My name snaps whatever hold capitalism sunk into me. “Hmm?” I moan.

“Do you really want to talk about cats?”

How can you ask me that when your hand is almost on mine?

Ahh… Aubry presses a hand to my stomach, gliding me back until I nearly sit on his cock. The shaft strains up through my crack and the head pulses into my tailbone.

Fuck work. I can always find another job.

“No,” I tell him.

The soap hits the floor.

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AUbrY

Her ponytail swings as she skips for her car. I pause in the doorway, arms crossed, watching. The way those sweet curves of hers are crammed into that dress is an atrocity. I should throw her over my shoulder, tear it off, and carry her back to bed.