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I’ve never gone that far before, but it feels so good when I do that my eyelids flutter. “Very,” I gasp. “Yes, I’m tight.”

“I bet you are. So fucking tight and wet, aren’t you? Do it again.”

I do, but then I don’t wait before needing to do it again. And again. It feels indescribable. Necessary. Fast, shallow strokes of my finger as I watch his flexing arm instead of looking into his eyes. “Are you…Do you like this?”

“Watching you finger yourself and feeling like I might explode? Yeah, baby. I love it. So much I’m on my knees and hard enough to punch a hole through this tub to get to you. No, don’t tense up. I won’t. Not now. Right now, I need you to keep riding your finger for me. And don’t neglect that sweet nub I want to suck in my mouth like candy. It needs love too.”

He wants it in his mouth? I follow his instructions, wondering how it would feel to have his head between my legs. “Oh.”

I have a feeling good would be an understatement.

“I’m close. Emerson.”

“Say it again,” he grits out, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Say my name while you rub on that pussy I’ve been dreaming of and tell me how close you are.”

“Emerson!”

“Tanisha.” It’s the look of ecstatic pain on his face that sends me spinning out of my body.

I did that to him.

My own orgasm takes me by surprise. I’ve never come this hard before. This is not the pleasant vibrations that usually satisfy me. This is a sonic boom. An explosion. Krakatoa. Just because I know he’s watching me.

For a moment I feel like a goddess. Powerful. Sensual.

Then I look down at my body and I’m instantly yanked back inside it, water sloshing as I sit up and instinctively shield the part of me that was just visible to his gaze.

“Tanisha?”

I’m embarrassed by that. Not what we did, but what I did. I stare at the water I’ve splashed on the rim of the tub. “Can we talk after I get out?”

“I’ll be right outside.”

He gets up with a groan, and when the door I forgot to close shuts behind him, I drop my forehead and press it into the cool porcelain.

Did that really just happen?

Draining the water, I crawl up and onto the bench where I thankfully left a towel and start to dry myself off. Every inch of my skin feels super-charged and overstimulated. Tingling with aftershocks from whatever that was.

Say my name while you rub on that pussy I’ve been dreaming of.

I know now that he feels it too. I’ve known for a while. What just happened between us is a good thing, if we’re going to be spending the next few years together. Or just one, if he takes the escape clause I offered him.

You don’t think he’ll want you for longer than that?

That question seems more important now than it did a few weeks ago.

I reattach the socket and prosthesis and get to my feet before reaching for my robe on the back hook of the door. Slipping it on and wrapping my towel around my damp hair, I take a steadying breath and open the door.

Emerson is pacing at the foot of the bed, but he stops when he sees me. “Are you all right?”

Am I all right?

“What happened in there was.—"

“Too much, too fast, I know. Like last night. Was it the things I said? Did I shock you?”

“I liked everything you said.” It’s tempting to stop there, but I press on. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is me. I know I’m not what you’re used to. I mean, I don’t know how to…I still want to try. I want us to work into it.”

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