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Ah. Fair was fair. He slowed his rhythm but didn’t stop.

Setting a timer on his camera, Killian propped his phone against a cluster of haircare bottles, so that the picture Lorelei got was of him braced against the shower wall, hot water streaming down his back, with soap-slicked shaft in hand. He may also have flexed his muscles taut. He worked too hard in the gym not to.

Fuck, Killian. I’m coming home now. Not getting myself off in a public bathroom.

You know where to find me.

It wouldn’t take her long to get home. Although he could probably rub one out quick, he wanted to savor the pent-up energy between them. He washed the rest of himself and thoroughly rinsed off the obscene amount of soap on his dick, occasionally stroking it to keep himself keyed up.

He knew she was home when he heard the front door open and close. It was followed by hurried footsteps up the stairs and the sound of drawers opening and closing in their bedroom. His dick throbbed, precum beading at the tip. What the hell was she doing? It was taking forever, whatever it was, and his patience had worn out. He needed her bouncing up and down on his dick yesterday.

Yanking open the shower curtain, Killian stormed out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, not giving a shit that he left a trail of puddles. Lorelei yelped with surprise at the sight of him—a storm god swept in on a gale of male heat and virility, dripping water all over the floor. He caught her in her bra and panties, standing in front of the mirror, making utterly pointless adjustments. She was beautiful. And he was going to have her.

Without breaking his stride, Killian whisked Lorelei over his shoulder, and swiped the bottle of lube set out on the dresser. She squealed with surprise and delight as he carried her straight back into the shower with him. He set her down underneath the hot spray and fiercely ravaged her mouth, her tongue sweet from whatever fruity drinks she’d imbibed at the bar.

As her bra and panties got drenched, he roved his hands over every dip and swell of her body, pressing her mound against his aching flesh, shooting off red flares behind his eyes. Nothing but the feel of her sweet cunt could quell the tempest swirling within him. When he pushed up on her breasts, and squeezed them together, water pooled in the crease. He dipped down, laving that spot with his tongue, drinking, while fisting her panties so that they wedged in her pink seam and rubbed her clit.

Gasping, Lorelei jerked forward and grabbed his shoulders. He continued to tug at her panties, eliciting spasms and moans in equal measure. Rising, rising, rising, until she crashed with a sharp cry of pleasure.

He didn’t know where the caveman strength came from, but he ripped off her panties, the sound of tearing fabric second only to Lorelei’s aftershock moans, which he drank up with an open-mouthed kiss.

Her lacy bra went next, hitting the tub with a wet smack.

Breaking away from his voracious kiss, Lorelei’s chest heaved. He took one rose pink nipple into his mouth and sucked, harder and harder, listening to her tell him how she finger-fucked herself the whole car ride home. An exploratory caress along her slippery, swollen entrance confirmed this, but he still applied a generous amount of lube to himself.

Hitching her leg over his hip, he dipped down, ignoring the burning muscles in his legs from squats at the gym, and slotted himself where they both needed him, groaning as he rocked himself to the root. Once fully seated, he hiked up her other leg, laid her back against the shower wall and thrust, peeling another sharp cry of pleasure from the both of them. She was so hot and swollen and her inner walls kept clenching all around him.

Her head lolled along the tiles, lips parted, eyes hooded. A drop of water clung desperately to her lower lip, wavering back and forth, as he bounced her. A thoroughly fucked expression—mindless to all but their acute shared pleasure.

Killian kissed away the drop. “I’m getting close,” he said against her lips. Down fall of all the edging and months of abstinence.

“I’m going to need more after.”

He rolled his hips. “You want more of this?”

She nipped at his lower lip with her teeth, then clamped her inner walls down around his dick. “Yes.”

He came with a curse.

Water sluiced over flushed skin, and tensed muscle, and for a time, they did little more than clutch each other, chests heaving from their exertions. Once they caught their breath, lust’s haze clearing, cheery, sated smiles erupted between them.

They’d so desperately needed this. He loved Lorelei, and nothing would ever change that, but he missed this sexual part of their relationship more than he could say.

Pressing their foreheads together, they shared a little laugh.

Chapter Eight

LORELEI

Early the next morning, Lorelei sat across from Nireed in the mermaid observation room, ready to pick up where they last left off on language lessons. “I’m sorry for not stopping by yesterday morning. I just had a lot of personal stuff to deal with.”

Nireed took a long sniff. “You were mating.”

Lorelei choked on her coffee. “What?” she sputtered.

“I can smell your Two-Legger mate.” Nireed waved a hand up and down Lorelei’s person.

Cheeks burning, Lorelei set down her coffee cup, so she didn’t spill it. “We weren’t… I mean we did have…” Dammit. How did she explain birth control to a mermaid?

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