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Chapter 7

Kevin

I finished my workout with a little smile on my face.

As irritable as Caro could be, it was nice to know she was still human under all that business casual. She still had wants and feelings.

And she wanted me.

Okay, maybe that was a bit presumptuous, but she had definitely been checking me out while I ran on the treadmill. I was an expert at noticing when someone was checking me out, and I'd felt the way her eyes had slid over my body, lingering in certain places. And I'd seen the way her cheeks had flushed.

I didn't call her out on it, because that would have just made everything worse, but there was a flush of pleasure to know that she still thought I was hot.

It had been a long time since we'd been together, but it wasn't like I'd forgotten. Caro was beautiful, and she'd been a little spitfire in bed back then, taking everything I could dish out and then giving it back twice over.

She sucked cock like she was made for it, putting the same amount of energy and effort into it as she did everything else.

I remembered there were nights when I'd felt like she'd sucked my soul from my body, and all I could do was lay there and try to remember how to function while she smirked in the bed next to me.

But it was easy to make her fall apart, too. I knew all her little spots. Like how kissing just right behind her knee had her going weak and wet, and how sensitive her nipples were. How she liked it when I dragged calloused fingers over her clit and ate her out until she came on my face.

My mouth watered just thinking about it, and I chugged from my water bottle, wiping sweat from my face and neck as I headed for the locker room.

I hadn't been intending to find any of that out when I invited her to the gym for the little impromptu meeting. I'd just wanted to talk to her in person. But it had worked out in my favor, because I knew she wasn't as aloof as she appeared. She wasn't immune to the things that made other people want me, and that was comforting.

It took me a bit to realize why. I stretched a little and then shucked off my pants and underwear, heading for the shower.

The locker room was thankfully empty, since it was too early to be packed just yet, so I took my time in the shower, lathering up and washing my hair, letting the hot water beat against tired muscles.

The thing was, I'd never stopped wanting Caro. I didn't know if what I'd been feeling back in those days was love, but it was the closest thing to it I'd ever felt.

She was smart and kind and funny and all the things I wanted in a partner, but it had just seemed absurd to think that we could make something work while we were both so dedicated to our own goals.

With the steam rising in the shower, it was hard not to think of the many times I'd fucked her in the shower of my apartment. Or her apartment. Or the cramped and mildew-y locker room on campus. She'd been the kind of partner who was just as into sex and being intimate as I was, and I missed that about her.

I missed the way her breasts were soft and full, her dusty rose nipples going hard and peaked for me when I played with them. I missed how she would tangle her fingers in my hair and damn near pull my head off when I was going to down on her and she was into it. How her thighs clamped around my head, keeping me in place. I missed how her pale skin marked up so beautifully, taking handprints when I spanked her teasingly, or not so teasingly, and fingerprints when I dug my fingers into her hips.

Just thinking about it had my cock growing, and I groaned softly, licking my lips and watching the water slide down my body.

I was already half hard, and I figured, fuck it. Why not deal with it now before I had to go off and continue with my day. I had a check in with Coach that afternoon, and jerking one out would go a long way towards relaxing me before I had to deal with that.

So I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick, letting the water and suds from the shower slick the slide of my own hand.

It felt fucking good to be touched, and I bucked my hips up, pushing into my fist a bit, taking it slow, even though I was in a semi-public place.

I wasn't expecting to be walked in on, so there was no real reason to rush.

I worked my hand up to the tip, sliding my palm over it and feeling the roughness of my skin as it touched sensitive flesh. My breath caught, and I did it again, bucking up harder.

"Fuck," I hissed, gritting my teeth.

I imagined Caro in the shower with me, her hand around my cock, water streaming down her body, plastering her long, dark hair to her skin.

I knew she had an amazing body under those business clothes, and I wanted to settle my hands in the hollows of her hips and watch her push up onto her toes to kiss me.

Fuck, I missed how sweet her mouth was, the way she leaned deeply into each and every kiss, taking them and letting me push my tongue into her mouth and lay claim there.

I worked my hand faster, caught up in the fantasy. I wondered if she was the same as she'd been back when we were together. Did she like all the same stuff or had she acquired some new interests? Was she still a little bit kinky? Willing to try anything once? Had she tried other things with other people?

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