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She looked up at me with a timid smile. “I might have forgotten t
o tell you that I checked off one of the items on the list myself.”
I didn’t know why, but it bothered me that she was able to achieve a checkmark on her own. I knew I wasn’t the be-all, end-all of her life. She’d been doing things way before I came along, but I liked the way it made me feel when I helped her—like a rush of adrenaline and happiness coursed through me every time I saw her smile.
“Which item did you cross off?”
She brought her hand to her mouth and bit on the fingernail of her thumb. Between her teeth, she said, “Read a book for fun.”
“You read…” I stepped back. Was knocked back, more like it. “Are you saying you learned…what you just did…” I pointed down to my deflated cock. “…from a book?”
Ecstatic. I was elated that she hadn’t learned from experience or from the teachings of an escort. It made me an asshole, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.
“No wonder you get straight A’s.”
She smiled and looked to the bottom of the tub. She had nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, I was going to show her just how unashamed she should be feeling, because I was going to give her the same satisfaction—the same pleasure that had just engulfed me.
I pulled the showerhead from its holster and backed her against the tile. I lifted her leg, letting it rest against my thigh, holding her body open for me.
Without another word, I let the spray hit her core. She moaned, her hand gripping my shoulder.
I let the spray circle her clit, pulling it away then moving it forward, changing the pressure, the angle, as many times as I could to get her there as fast as I could. I wanted to see that face. Needed to see her face when she came. Needed it more than my own orgasm. It was the most real thing I had in my life.
Her chest heaved, the sports bra soaked right through. Droplets of water had gathered against her skin across her chest. I leaned down and licked, tasting her.
“Max…” Her voice was low, heavy. Just how I liked it. I leaned in and licked a line up her neck. Grabbed her earlobe between my teeth.
“That feels…” Her words trailed off with a whimper.
“Pull up the bra.”
With the hand that wasn’t hanging on to me for dear life, she lifted the bra and exposed her breasts. Immediately, I bent and sucked a nipple into my mouth, let my tongue circle the hard bead.
She squirmed in my embrace, her pelvis rolling. I knew she was moving into the water, helping me find the exact spot she needed to—
“I’m coming!” She yelled it. Loud. Proud. I felt the same way.
She came hard, shuddering in my arms as her eyes rolled back and her head thumped against the tile.
I almost came again, just at the sight of her face. When she slumped over, her breath hard and hot against me, I knew it was time to change locations.
I turned off the water and carried her to her bedroom. I removed her sports bra, which now dangled around her neck. Grabbing two towels, I dried us off and snuggled us under her white duvet.
She fit perfectly into the crook of my body. Like she was an extension of me, the better half of my degenerate whole.
“Tell me more about your work.”
Her soft voice carried over her shoulder. I wasn’t expecting a conversation. I wasn’t expecting sex either, but definitely not a discussion about my work.
“What do you want to know?”
I found it hard to give specific details to anyone, never mind letting Everly in on the behind-the-scenes stuff. She knew what I did for a living, but if she remained outside of it, remained on the other side of the fence, maybe she could keep me on the other side, too.
She sat up, resting her elbow on the mattress. “What’s your most favorite thing about your job?”
I let out a heavy breath. This is how I imagined she felt when I’d asked her about being happy with law school—unsure, uneasy, and tense.
“Should I start with an easier question?”
