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Sasha

“Is it porn?” Conor asks from his position on the couch, stuffing his face with chips while scrolling on his phone. After yesterday, I wasn’t sure Conor would speak to me, but he came over today and has acted as though nothing had happened between us.

I know I need to talk to him about what Liv had said, but I don’t know how to. I’m scared that if I say the wrong thing, he’ll walk out that door and never look back. He has a game tomorrow night, our talk can wait until after that. I don’t want to fuck anything up for him.

“No, it’s not porn.” I reply, flipping through my notebook. “Well, maybe it is.”

“Can I read it?”

“No.”

“Please.” Conor pleads with me but he knows I won’t give in. He’s been asking me if he could read it all day but I’m not letting anyone read it until it’s ready. That would be like a chef letting someone try a new dish before all the ingredients have been added. It just wouldn’t work.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not done yet. You wouldn’t like it anyway.” He huffs, scrolling through his phone again. “You could come and help before I go get washed up?”

That piques his interest because he gets off the couch, joining me at the dining table. “What can I do?”

“I have the big story line and the important parts in the story but I’m struggling to think of fillers that won’t bore people to death, but that also don’t sound repetitive.” I sigh, running a hand through my dark hair.

He thinks for a moment and I can practically see the moment the lightbulb glows above his head. “They could go to space and have sex in zero gravity?” I award Conor with an ‘are you shitting me’ look. “Was it the space bit or the floating sex bit?”

“It was the whole bit.”

“Okay, fine.” Conor thinks for a second. Again, I can see it in his eyes when an idea comes to his head. “What if they accidentally get stuck in a time machine and end up in the 1700’s and the only way they can get home is by having sex?”

I level him with a glare. “You’re kidding.”

“What? I think that would be a good story.”

“You write it then.”

“You know what? I think I will. We could be rival authors. It would be like a real life enemies to lovers.”

“Shut up.” I laugh, gently shoving his shoulder. Conor’s eyes move to my lips. How does that one simple little thing make the butterflies erupt and heat to form low in my stomach? “I, umm.” Where have my thoughts gone? “I’m going for a shower.” I manage, standing from the chair and walking towards the bathroom with a sway of my hips.

Conor’s not the best at reading social cues from people, so I need to make it glaringly obvious that I want him to join. I pull my shirt over my head before I reach the hallway, throwing it in his direction. Then, I unhook my bra and drop it into the wooden floors.

My apartment is small, so you can see the bathroom door from where Conor is sitting at the dining table. When I reach it, I turn my head and lock eyes with him. If a look could burn your skin, that’s what Conor’s would be doing to me right now. Slowly, I unbutton my jeans, pushing them and my thong over my ass and down my legs. I’m standing here, completely naked and not once does Conor’s gaze stray from mine. This man has the restraint of a saint.

Moving into the bathroom, I shut the door and turn on the water, waiting for him to come to me.

It’s weird, I never would have done that with Max, but with Conor, I have this new sense of confidence. I can ask for what I want without worrying that he’ll judge me. I can strip in front of him whenever I want and he’ll always get turned on. It’s exciting and thrilling and I fucking love it.

I get into the shower, stepping under the spray of water when I feel his huge hands grab me from behind, spin me around and push me against the cold shower wall. “You’re trouble, do you know that?” Conor growls before his mouth connects with mine. We kiss each other with urgency, the hunger and need driving us both wild.

I fist his hair, tugging him down into me while his tongue tangles with mine. He’s grabbing handfuls of my ass, pulling me flush against him, his hard cock wedged between us.

His lips part from mine, skating over my cheek and moving to my neck where he sucks and bites the sensitive skin. “How’s your burn feeling?”

“I can barely feel it.” I breathe out, reaching up on my tip toes and kissing his collar bone.

“Good. Get on your knees for me, baby.” He whispers into my ear before nibbling it.