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She slowly moves her hand up and down, gauging my response. I’m closer than I should be right now. Our breaths mingle as we both work to get the other over the edge. I can feel she’s close, and I don’t change a thing, watching her body writhe more and more the closer she gets. She clamps around my fingers, and I know she’s right on the edge.

“Mac,” she whispers, and I kiss her as her orgasm ripples through her, following seconds behind her. I roll off her and onto my back, staring at the ceiling, working to catch my breath. That was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced, and I’m not sure what that says about me.

CHAPTER 24

Eliza

Holy shit. That just happened.

That’s all that’s running through my mind right now as I work to get my breathing under control. I just let Mac finger-fuck me and I jerked him off as though both of those are normal things for us to do. I chuckle slightly, still in disbelief.

“I need a shower,” I murmur.

“Can I join you?” Mac asks, and I’m so satiated and out of my mind that I say, “Yes.”

He slides off the bed, and I do the same, realizing we’re both topless but still wearing our shorts. I shake my head at just how bizarre we look right now.

I follow him into the washroom where he starts the shower and I slide my shorts off while he does the same. I’ve seen him fully naked before, but it was charged with lust and both of us achieving orgasms we were desperate for; right now I get to take him in in a different way. My eyes trace every line of his torso and down to his muscular thighs. I do my best not to pay too much attention to his dick, but my eyes keep going back to it. My mind also wonders how it’s supposed to fit inside me.

He clears his throat, and my eyes shoot to his. He’s giving me a cocky grin and holding his hand out for me.

“You getting in?”

“Oh, um, yeah.”

I take his hand and slip past him into the shower, letting the warm water rush over my body. I tip my head back and close my eyes, allowing myself to relax. I feel Mac’s presence behind me, and the closer he gets, the more I seem to relax; I don’t know why.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Are you going to hog all the water?”

I turn and face him, a blush hitting my cheeks. “Sorry,” I say.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer until my chest is pressed against him. “It’s okay. We’re just going to have to stay close.”

I press my lips together to suppress my smile. “Such a hardship,” I say, my tone playful.

“The worst. It’s so difficult.”

My smile breaks through with his. We stare at each other for a few moments before we break apart and take turns cleaning ourselves off. He goes to help me with my hair, and I stop him.

“I’m not washing it right now. I did it yesterday and my hair doesn’t like being over washed.”

He nods and places a kiss on my forehead before pouring shampoo in his hand and massaging it into his hair. While he rinses it out, I slip out of the shower, grabbing a towel and securing it around myself before I move into the bedroom and find clothes.

“You ditched me,” he teases.

“Well, you were hogging the water. It was getting a little chilly,” I say, a smile playing on my lips.

He gets dressed, and we meet in the living room. I have no idea what to do today. If I was home alone, I’d either be readinga book or watching TV and scrolling my phone, but being with someone has me unsure.

“What do you want to do?” he asks. “I can pull out some games or cards, we can watch a movie, read, go out.”

“I’d love a relaxing day in,” I admit.

“Okay, we can do that. Reading first?”

I nod, and he heads down the hall, returning a few moments later with a book. I grab my Kindle and settle on the couch. He pulls me into his side, and I fight my grin as I get comfortable. Something about being tucked into his side while we each read feels normal.

After a while, his phone rings and he answers.