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“Are you going to make a habit of it?”
“Absolutely.”
She pressed on her toes and stole a kiss. A warmth spread over me from the inside out that I didn’t understand. I only knew it was unique to her.
Her grin was pure seduction when she peeled her lips from mine. “My turn.”
She slid down the wall to her knees before I could stop her. “Baker . . .” All thoughts died when she took me in her hands and flicked her tongue in my leaking slit. “Shit.”
Her lips closed around the head of my dick, those doe eyes staring up at me as she pumped my shaft. Jesus. I wasn’t going to last long. Not with her on her knees, my fantasies come to life.
“That mouth . . .”
She bobbed, taking me a little deeper every time. One of her hands cupped my balls while the other jacked me off. “You’re spoiling me, Easy,” I rasped as I hit the back of her throat.
Her teeth grazed my sensitive length as she released me. She sucked on the head before plunging down again. Her eyes never left mine.
Powerful.
That was what this connection was between us.
I caressed her cheek and thrust my hand out to the wall for support. Like an avalanche, my orgasm built, starting in the backs of my thighs. Lightning raced up my spine. My balls drew up and my dick swelled.
“Do you want it? In that pretty mouth?”
She sucked harder, faster until I exploded into her mouth with a grunt. My hips pumped until I was spent, and she swallowed everything I had to give like she couldn’t get enough.
I dropped down to the floor and scooped her into my arms. She settled against me, and I kissed the top of her head.
Her fingers traced a pattern on my stomach, and I prayed she’d never stop touching me. Lukewarm water sprayed our legs. I had to get her out of there before it turned cold, but couldn’t find the energy to move.
She scraped a fingernail down my chest. “You’re gonna be so late for work every day.”
Chapter Twelve
Baker
I’d lostmy mind getting in that shower with him.
But I couldn’t stand his pain and wanted to do anything to stop it, even at the risk of my own psyche.
I was more attracted to Holt than I’d ever been to another man. I hadn’t expectedthat. The power of his touch. The intensity of the orgasms he gave. The addictive taste of him.
As I lay in his arms, back in his bed for the third night in a row, I couldn’t find it in me to get up. I didn’t want to. Here, I was safe and anything but, all at the same time. I’d known he was risky. That I’d get caught up in him in an instant if I didn’t watch it.
I’d been careful, and it still wasn’t enough.
The second I’d stepped into the shower, he’d become everything. Holt was all I could see, but his pull on me was a thousand—a million—times worse than Kyle’s. I wanted more nights like this.
More mornings like the last two.
More showers.
More roommate nights.
More family dinners, even if they turned to shit like the one tonight.
I wanted that empty warehouse with his garage on the bottom floor and my shop upstairs. I wanted to remodel that apartment. Fight over paint colors. Have make-up sex in another shower—one that belonged to us.
