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Lee pushes me forward so my cheek is pressed against the mattress and his hand is in my hair at the back of my head. He drags his thick cock in and out of me with a fierce determination. He shatters on a groan, holding himself inside me until he’s bottomed out and I’ve milked him dry.
Neither of us moves, and the sound of our heavy breathing is the only noise in the room.
Lee rolls off me onto his back and drags me into his arms. “That was even better than I remember.” His voice sounds somewhat wistful.
“Agreed.” It’s all I can say—I feel as if my world has been shaken and thoughts are slow to form in my brain.
He kisses my forehead and extracts himself from our embrace, rolling off the bed. “Let me get something to clean you up.”
I watch his naked stride to the en suite, admiring the perfection of his ass. I swear that thing was made to be appreciated.
He returns a minute later with a wet washcloth and holds it out to me. I take it, clean myself up, then excuse myself to use his bathroom. After I’ve peed and washed my hands, I head back to the bedroom, getting my first real look at his room since I was distracted when he brought me in here.
The room is spacious with dark-gray walls and dark wood furniture. There’s colorful abstract art on the walls and very little in the way of personal belongings, though I do spot a framed picture of two boys on his dresser. I assume that’s him and his older brother Kane.
Lee rests under the silky gray sheet in the middle of the king-size bed. He has the TV mounted on the wall turned on to the sports channel.
“Come join me.” He pats the spot beside him.
That’s when I realize I’m standing here buck naked. Sliding under those covers is more relationship status than just screwing one another.
“I should probably get going.” I walk over to the bed to pick up my clothes.
He frowns. “Do you really need to leave now?”
In truth, no. It’s not that late. I could certainly stay for a couple more hours. But this thing between us is supposed to be just sex, and if I stay, it will feel even more like the line between this being a hookup and something more is blurring.
Still, I don’t want to race out of here. I enjoy being around Lee. He’s funny, and he makes me laugh. Around him, I’m a version of myself that I don’t get to be very often.
“I should probably go.” I motion toward the door with my thumb and slide on my underwear.
“No, you should get in this bed with me and chill out.” He looks at the television screen. “It’s not late.”
I bite my bottom lip for a moment, unsure what to do. Lee comes out from under the covers and grabs my hand. I let him drag me onto the bed, then he pulls down the covers and waits for me to slide underneath before he pulls me into his chest and flips through the channels.
I let out a deep breath and relax into him. I shouldn’t still be here, but it feels so right at the same time. It’s only a big deal if we make it one. Right?
I turn off my hair dryer and notice the sound of trickling water, which is weird because I finished my shower fifteen minutes ago. Staring at myself, I tilt my head and listen harder.
Yep, definitely hearing something.
When I open the bathroom door, the sound is louder. I follow it through the living room into the kitchen, where water trickles out from the cabinet underneath my sink.
“What the hell?” I rush over and hunch down, pulling open the cabinet door only to be sprayed in the face with water. “Oh my god!”
I push the door closed and rush back to the bathroom to grab my phone off the bathroom counter, immediately pulling up the superintendent’s number to call him. I hit speaker on my phone and rush to the linen closet in the hallway, grab a bunch of towels, and rush back to the kitchen.
When the super’s voice mail comes on, I curse and leave him an urgent message. “Arthur, it’s Shayna. A pipe or something has burst under my sink, and I don’t know what to do. Call me back right away or, better yet, just come over.”
I dial his number again, but it goes to voice mail again. I don’t bother leaving another message.
Dropping to my knees, I place towels all around to absorb the water that’s already on my kitchen floor. I decide that I’m best to leave the cabinet closed and just deal with the water that escapes since I have no idea how to turn the water off in my apartment.
Maybe Google can help me. But first I need to get more towels.
I rush back through the living room to grab more towels from the closet when my phone rings in the pocket of my robe. I answer without looking at the screen.
“Arthur, did you get my message? I need your help!”
