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“Joseph,” she says with a sigh, then turns and looks at me properly. “Last night was amazing. But it was just for last night. I don’t know what you’re expecting, but I don’t see it as anything past that.”
“That’s fair,” I reply.
I don’t know whether she believes my nonchalant tone or the benign expression I try to portray. Am I disappointed? Of course. She’s always been the one who got away, though I know it’s not the right terminology. She’s the only one I walked away from and deeply regretted fucking it all up. She’s always been under my skin, whether I’ve wanted to admit it or not.
She reaches past me and grabs the shampoo bottle. There’s a small smile on her face, and I wonder how many times she’s had the misfortune of showering at a man’s house and only having one of those all-in-one hair, face, and body washes instead of actual shampoo.
The idea of her being in another man’s shower is slightly unsettling. I know she owes me nothing. I know I owe her much more of an apology and penance than she seems to want, and I also know there isn’t anything stopping me having another woman in my shower tomorrow morning. It still doesn’t stop the feeling. Not jealousy that she’d be with somebody else, just disappointment that it wouldn’t be with me.
“I kind of swore off relationships for a bit,” she admits. My hand crosses her chest to wipe off the last of the shower gel. My thumb skims a little too low, and I watch as her nipples harden as I graze it. My cock stiffens, like an automatic reaction. She stares at me. “Even if the sex is amazing.”
“Why have you sworn off relationships?” I ask. I reach for more shower gel and lather it onto my skin.
She keeps her gaze on me as she runs her hands over my body, taking over rubbing the gel over me. Her hands travel down, across my stomach, her fingers trailing down the line of hair until she fists my cock, soaping it with one hand while the other cups my balls. Now I’m fully hard. Not just that, but desperate for more than she said she wants.
“I make bad decisions,” she murmurs. Her hand glides up and down my cock. She doesn’t break eye contact. “Really, really bad decisions.”
“Tell me more,” I coax. Though what I mean is “Give me more. Squeeze me harder. Bring me to the brink.”
“First guy after you, he seemed to think women needed teaching a lesson, one he wanted to provide with his fists.”
“He hit you?”
“Only once. Felix went to speak to him and gave him his own lesson.”
“Felix is a good friend,” I mutter.
It’s an odd feeling right now, listening to her talk matter-of-factly about something so terrible while she strokes my cock. I can’t decide if I should jut against her or abandon the shower and track down the man who hit her so I can also beat him.
Her thumb rubbing against the head of my cock brings me back to the present, but seemingly only momentarily as she carries on telling me about her bad decisions.
“The next few guys cheated.”
“Assholes.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs. She keeps up a steady pace, firm strokes against my cock. I watch as her lips part. There’s heat and steam from the water around us, but I can still feel the arousal in the air.
“There was the guy who shoved me into a wall one night after he had too much to drink and didn’t like me laughing at something.”
“Did he also get the receiving end of Felix’s fist?”
“My own. Broke my thumb, though.”
“Please tell me Felix taught you how to throw a proper punch after that? Never tuck in your thumb.”
“I’ll try to keep my hands safer for other activities,” she says, voice sultry, the pace of her hand fisting my cock getting a little faster.
“For sewing,” I tease. God, this feels so good.
“Among other things. I’m very good with my hands.”
Her thumb circles the head of my cock. I groan, and she gives me a smug smile.
“I thought you said you didn’t think of this as anything past last night,” I remind her. I desperately do not want her to stop.
“Maybe it’s just a good way to start the morning and round it all off as a good experience,” she replies, and then she licks her lips.
“Keep this up, Dee, and I’m going to pull you out of this shower and fuck you up against the bathroom wall,” I growl.
