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“You’re all wet,” I observe, feeling my dick start to twitch as I become aware from her scent that she’s just as turned on as I am right now.

We don’t know each other, she’s an intruder in my house, but I know right away that I want her.

I must have her, and there’s something in her eyes, her whole body that’s broadcasting the same thing.

She tries to speak, but only makes another sound, almost whimpering now.

I hear Valentine whining too but focus on her, and my dick feels like I want to take it out, want to show her.

I want her to touch it and run a finger over the swollen head, touching the hot bead of precome I can already feel brimming and bring it up to those sweet lips.

“I… I-” she finally stammers, sitting up and wincing from her shoulder but flashing me a scene of her slick valley through pure white panties that make me clench my jaw, helpless as I shamelessly stare at her until I can finally move again.

In a moment, I’m on my knees, at her side and helping her up until I remember just how fucking hard I am.

She winces in pain and we both decide silently that the floor is good for now.

“I’m Conor,” I tell her, wanting to brush her hair away from her face. Wanting to hold her close to me.

“Rachel,” she gasps, her eyes pleading with me now, begging me for something.

My hand reaches out for her face, I feel my whole body leaning into her like neither of us can stop this sudden and magical thing between us.

But right before I get too close, before I can even touch her, she shivers and pulls back.

“I-I found Valentine,” she says suddenly, looking down, struggling to get all the words out.

“He was just there in the street and then he led me back here… I tried calling out but there was no one home… I was trying to get warm… To get dry...” she adds, her voice trailing off.

I do reach for her this time, just touching her chin with my thumb and forefinger to lift her eyes to mine.

“Thank you,” I tell her honestly. “I thought I’d lost him for good. He never goes anywhere without me,” I tell her, trying not to let my emotions show.

I can’t help but give her a questioning look though.

The kind that wants to ask just what she’s doing in my robe in my bedroom, with a framed photo of me on the floor beside her.

I feel my brow lift in time with the breath I take to ask her, but who am I kidding?

Who cares?

She’s here. She’s real, she found Valentine.

And she’s not going anywhere.

Not until I give her the reward I know she deserves.

Chapter Five

Rachel

I can hear him coming in the front door, and I can hear Valentine getting excited.

Both of them sounding like long lost friends reunited, both sounding so familiar to me even though I’ve never met them before.

I should be embarrassed, at least try to get up and explain myself.

But something about all of this, this house, his dog. His fine robe and this room.

I want him to find me like this, to see me half-naked in his room. A part of me wants to let go of everything and abandon myself to him, the man I know somehow I already belong to.

I’m panting by the time I hear his heavy steps on the stairs, and almost moaning when I feel him in the doorway.

This is supposed to be the part where I try to go for sexy, tossing a mane of perfect hair and pouting my flawlessly made up lips as I invite him to join me on the floor in my best seductive, husky voice.

But I don’t.

I can’t even speak, I feel frozen solid under his gaze. His eyes, those same eyes from his photo are moving over me.

I can feel them like those thick fingers I craved moments ago, feel them boring into me and touching me inside.

I’m almost afraid to look suddenly. Not because of how perfect I know he’ll be, not even because of how mad he might be that I’m in his house.

I’m suddenly frozen because he’s the one part of my fantasy that’s real.

I’m the odd one out here.

There’s no size six model under his robe here. There’s a big chest, sure. But there’s a big everything else that goes with it, and I suddenly feel more self-conscious than anything else. Knowing he’s looking right at my ass.

The ass so many other people have made fun of.

The ass that’s changed a yes to a date over the phone to a ‘sorry I forgot I had other plans’ excuse as the guy can’t wait to run a mile.

Running to tell all his friends so they can have a laugh at my expense.

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