Page 134 of Flirty Fall Fling

I move her hair off her face with both hands.

“I want you just how you are,” I say. “I don’t want you to be anyone other than yourself when you’re with me.”

“I always am,” she whispers. “That’s how I know …” Blaire doesn’t finish her sentence, but whatever she was thinking makes her smile.

My thumb brushes across her cheek.

“I want the same from you,” she says.

“I’ve never pretended when we’re together,” I admit. “I don’t have to.”

The truth earns me a kiss. I get a hand under her thigh and lift her up.

“Jamie, we don’t have time.”

“Then I’ll hurry.” I turn her around. “Palms on the wall for me, sweetheart.”

She does what I said and arches her ass, giving me the perfect angle to slide into her wet hole.

I don’t rush, even if she thinks we don’t have time. She’s earned this.

The hot water is infinite as I reach around and rub circles on her clit.

“Oh my,” she whispers.

“Shh.” I laugh against the back of her head just as she loses the war.

Her forehead drops between her hands on the tiles, and she keeps quiet. I fuck her through it as water runs down her back.

Seconds later, she’s turning, back against the dark tiles, watching me.

“You’re good at this,” she says.

Her alarm goes off on her phone in her bedroom, and she rushes out of the shower. “Shit. That’s my I need to be out the door alarm.”

She rushes to get dressed, and I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her, taking my time putting on the clothes I arrived in.

“I have a candle shipment coming today, and they usually show up around nine, so if I miss them, I’ll be screwed for the rest of the month,” she explains.

She talks the entire time, even while she quickly puts on some lipstick. Halfway through it, I realize she’s telling me about her day. This is her life she’s sharing with me, and I don’t take it for granted.

At five to nine, she’s leading me down the stairs. “Go out the back.”

“This is where we part ways?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she tells me. “Will I see you later?”

“Fuck yeah,” I say, kissing her quickly.

She stands there with her hand on the knob, like she’s contemplating.

“Go get ’em, tiger,” I whisper.

“Thank you.” She opens the door.

Blaire steps out of her house with her head held high. A small crowd of people waits for her on the sidewalk. She greets them with a smile before moving past them. I watch her until she’s out of view, and then I escape out the back door.

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