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Shit... did I just say that out loud?

Nixon lathers my hair with shampoo and conditioner, then washes it out, massaging my scalp in the most delicious way. Not at all sexual but completely sensual.

I turn to face him, my eyes nearly as heavy as my thoughts.

It would be impossible not to feel this connection between us.

It’s tangible, like corded steel wrapping around us, pulling us together, whether we want it or not.

I know I’m not supposed to want it.

I’ve worked my ass off for my career, and there just isn’t room for anything else.

My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I remind myself there’s a clock ticking on this thing with Nixon. There has to be. This isn’t a relationship. This is using each other to scratch an itch. Someone else... someone less complicated with an easier job will come along and give him everything I can’t.

Tick tock.

Falling hard for this man is going to be too easy, and heartbreak isn’t on my bucket list.

The warm water soaks my skin and clings to my lashes as I look up at him and slowly drop to my knees. He might not be mine for long, but he’s mine tonight, and I want more.

His strong body is cut like chiseled marble. Beautifully defined muscles cover golden skin. His dark hair sticks to his face, and those baby-blue eyes are dark... darker than I’ve ever seen them before. I’m not sure how I missed this all before coming home, but now that I’ve seen it, I’ll never be able to look at him again without seeing him this way. He’s like a god walking among mortals. A golden god.

“I think I’m ready for my next lesson, Mr. Sinclair.”

I wrap my hand around his thick quads and look up through the pelting water. “I think it’s your turn to tell me what you like. I’ve never done this before. So I think I need some help.”

Is that really my voice?

Confident and sexy and wanting desperately to make him fall apart for me.

Needing to know I can give that to him.

His hand runs over my wet hair, and he wraps it around his fist, then tugs my head back. “This would be easier out of the shower, Mac.”

“I’m not scared of hard, Nix.”

“So fucking pretty on your knees for me.” He tugs again. “Gorgeous.”

When he says it like that, I believe him.

For the first time, that word doesn’t make me self-conscious. It empowers me.

“This isn’t a lesson, Mackenzie,” he tells me with dark, hooded eyes. “This isn’t for you to learn and use with anyone else. This is me showing you how I’ve wanted you to suck my cock for fucking years, Mac. You have no idea how long I’ve thought about your lips around my dick.”

Oh. My. God.

My breath gets stuck in my throat, followed by a mouthful of water that I spit out.

“Open your mouth, beautiful.” His grip on my hair tightens just enough to hurt the tiniest bit, and I press my thighs together, need pooling in my belly. Completely new sensations I can’t get enough of.

He fists his erection, and I lick my lips in anticipation. “Wrap your hand around me.”

I tentatively do as he says, barely able to wrap my hand around his thick cock.

He’s huge.

I’m in medicine, and it feels ridiculously safe to say Nixon Sinclair has his fair share and everyone else’s share too. My mouth waters, and I lean forward, needing to feel him in my mouth but waiting for his words.

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