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She nods, lips parting on a soft inhale, her eyes wide and quiet.

Then she starts gathering the toys, handling each one with this gentle care that’s somehow both tender and impossibly sexy.

There’s a slight hesitation in the way she moves, like she knows what’s coming but still can’t fully believe it.

I guess there’s a part of me that can’t believe it either.

I turn and head down the hallway toward my bedroom, stripping off my scrubs as I go—top, pants, everything—until I’m down to just my boxer briefs. The air is cooler up here, brushing against my skin in a kiss, but it does nothing to calm the slow burn that’s been building inside me all week.

By the time she walks in, arms full, the room’s dipped in low light and thick tension. Her eyes find me instantly, dropping to my bare chest that’s rising rapidly with every breath, heat pulsing off me, my cock already straining against the thin cotton.

She falters mid-step. Her arms jerk slightly as her gaze drops, catches on the hard line tenting my boxers—and just like that, a few of the toys slip from her grip and clatter to the hardwood, batteries scattering like little metal traitors across the floor.

“Oops,” she whispers.

I bite back a laugh, pointing to the only one that’s still intact. “Leave ’em. Bring the red one.”

She nods, crossing the room with tentative steps, her fingers tighten around the toy, but her eyes… her eyes are wide open, full of curiosity, nerves, and something electric, something we’ve been dancing around for far too long.

Gone is the confident Regan from our one night stand.

The one who seemed to throw all caution to the wind after receiving her devastating diagnosis.

I get now that maybe that isn’t who she really is.

Who she ever was but that she’d been seeking a distraction and a release that first night that we met.

And I was too. Hot off my last ever ride, we were both in a period of change that made for some lethal chemistry.

But now I can tell that it wasn’t just the shifts in our life that had us groaning each other’s name and left a lasting imprint on our memories, it was her and me. Together.

“Do you know what this does?” she asks, holding the red toy out like it’s some sacred artifact. I take it from her hands. Smaller than I imagined, with a tiny suction cup at the top.

“For your clit?”

She nods and her cheeks flush slightly. “Clit stimulation.”

“Perfect. Take off your clothes and lay on the bed.” I’ve always been a big believer in toys being teammates and not my competition and I’m going to enjoy teasing Regan with this little guy tonight.

She looks shocked, but she does as I say, stripping slowly, teasingly, until she’s standing in nothing but her black underwear and bra. She unsnaps the bra, lets it fall, then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pushes it down. And fuck me.

Those big, round tits bounce with light brown hardened nipples, and her pussy is bare save for a small strip of hair at the top. She looks fucking delicious, and any hesitation around what we’re about to do is long gone.

She’s getting those three orgasms.

She moves backward slowly, knees hitting the bed first before she takes a tentative seat, arms spreading out wide onto the comforter that I just bought.

I press the on button to the toy, feeling it vibrate to life in my grip like an electric razor.

I press my finger over the tiny suction cup and confirm that it’s pulsing air now.

My fingers trail lower, brushing over her thighs until I press her knees apart as far as they’ll go. “Fucking pretty pussy.”

I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, taking her in. Without parting her, I lick one long, sloppy line across her slit, ending on her clit.

“Shit,” she gasps.

“You’re already ready for this, aren’t you? You needed this release.”

She nods, propping herself up on her elbows, eyes locked between her legs, watching me as she gives me space to work.

“Watch me part you, Regan. Watch me find the way you’re soaked for me.”

Her gaze never leaves mine as I use two fingers to spread her pussy, exposing her slick, soaked center.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you tonight.”

“So do it,” she hisses.

I shake my head because I’m still not sure we should go there.

Not because I don’t want to—I do. Desperately.

But because I know myself. I’m not sure I’ll have the restraint to do this only once and turning our already awkward roommate situation into one with benefits would be something I selfishly couldn’t resist.

“Come here.” I stand and move to the edge of the bed and sit. My feet resting on the floor. “Sit on my lap.”

She sits up and looks down at me. “Not if you’re wearing boxers.”

“Regan,” I warn, as she shakes her head, dropping to the floor on her knees between my legs and tugs at my waistband until my cock is free, slapping against my lower stomach, hard, throbbing and already leaking.

She looks at it, wets her lips then grips it so firmly I swear I see stars before pumping it in her hands.

“It’s even better than I remember,” she whispers. “I want this thing to ruin me.”

“Sit on my lap now,” I bark out.

She moves to stand with a smirk, then straddles my hips on either side.

I push my cock between us so that it’s rubbed deliciously against her slit and ass as she sits down firmly.

It’s not going inside of her, yet , but the friction of her rocking her wet pussy all over me is about all I need to come.

I bring the buzzing toy to her clit and press it down gently. It almost instantly has her eyes closing and her head tilting back, giving me the most beautiful view of her throat.

“Fuck.”

She clenches her abs and leans forward as her hands wrap around my neck. I’m sure it’s pathetic, but just the touch of her has my balls tightening. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been touched by a beautiful woman.

“You like that?”

She nods. “I do.”

I decrease the speed until it’s on the slowest setting as she finds her rhythm, rocking all against me, slicking my cock with her pussy, chasing her release.

My fingers circle her waist, then creep down between her thighs until I slip one inside of her opening.

She clenches down on a gasp as she rocks harder, finding what feels good.

“Don’t stop, Hayes.”

I shake my head. “Nothing could make me stop right now. You’re such a wet mess for me.”

She lets out another moan, her hips dropping harder on my lap, wetting it until I can feel the hairs on my leg soaked from her pussy. I slide another finger inside as she clenches harder, rubbing all over my tip.

“I don’t want you stressing about Friday,” I murmur against her neck, my lips ghosting over the sensitive skin but refusing to claim her mouth just yet. I plant a soft kiss there, tasting salt and warmth, while her fingers thread into my hair, tugging hard until our eyes lock.

“I’m nervous, Hayes. I’m not going to lie. I don’t want this to be a failure.”

“I know,” I whisper, my fingers sweep back and forth inside of her pussy, finding the perfect spot. “But this isn’t just on you to plan. We’re a team. I got you. I’m here to help.”

Her breath catches, not from the toy still humming against her clit or my fingers buried deep inside her—but from that. From the words I just said that maybe I shouldn’t have. That we’re a team and there’s more to what we’re doing here.

“You can’t say shit like that when I’m naked on top of you,” she whispers.

“I can say whatever the hell I want to my wife. ” It slips out, unfiltered and raw, tumbling into the space between us like it belongs there.

Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.

Maybe it always has.

She stills, pulling back just enough to study me, her blue eyes sharp and searching.

I don’t know what she’s looking for. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m looking for.

My mind screams to pump the brakes, she’s your lawfully wedded wife that you’re messing around with foolishly, but my body—my hand, my mouth, my heart—is all in, too far gone to retreat.

Most women might freeze, laugh it off, or spiral into awkwardness. Or worse, want some kind of decoration of love and commitment.

Not Regan.

She absorbs it like she does everything else—with quiet intensity, letting it settle into her bones without flinching or making me feel bad for saying it before I could think it all the way through.

“Hayes, I…” she starts, voice soft, but the rest gets lost in the pulse between us.

I don’t let her finish. I cover her mouth with my lips and kiss her instead.

It’s hot, unhurried, tongues dancing behind our lips.

She lets out a moan, and presses her breasts into my chest which makes me fucking lose it.

I try to put a third finger inside of her, but the angle isn’t right, and her movements are too erratic as her orgasm barrels towards her.

“Yeah?” I rasp out against her mouth, my fingers continuing to work inside of her tight cunt. Fuck she’s so wet and warm and I can’t stop thinking about how good it’d feel to be inside of her bare. That has my mind spinning in directions it shouldn’t go.

“I’m going to come,” she moans out, and then folds into my chest so tightly like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, muscles contracting snuggly, and I milk it, letting her ride the high of her orgasm as she relaxes, eventually softening in my arms.

I’m solid as a rock still, practically leaking against her ass but this wasn’t for me. This was for her. To cross an item off her list and get her to see, it’s all going to be okay.

“Oh god, Hayes,” she’s panting, her hips still moving in a circle but slower now as she buries her face into my neck.

“I can tell how much you needed that,” I whisper.

When she lifts her head to look at me, her eyes are a darker blue now.

It’s pitch dark outside the house, no one around us for miles.

Just us in our new home that we somehow share.

That coupled with what I said a few seconds ago should terrify me, but it thrills me in a way I never thought of before.

She’s mine, completely at my mercy, willing to let me take her wherever she needs to go tonight. Mine for the night. Mine. Mine.

“Fuck me, Hayes,” she whispers.

“What?” I still, my hands slowly move out of her soaked pussy.

“I wrote down three orgasms on my list. Give me three orgasms.”

I rub my jawline with my hand and tilt my head up to the ceiling because that is what I came here to do, isn’t it?

“Regan,” I growl.

She shakes her head. “You asked what you can do to make my life easier? Well, fuck. Me.”

Any last shreds of control snap as I move into action. Flipping her over onto her back on the bed where she bounces slightly.

“What are you doing?” she yelps.

“Number two is for me too.”

And then I lower my face to her bare, slick heat and lap at her soaked cunt that’s still throbbing from her last release.

“Oh god, it’s so sensitive,” she moans.

“Spread your legs wider, baby. I’m tasting every inch of you tonight.