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The tip of his dick connects with the back of my throat as we both get lost in the moment. He pushes harder, and I hold him as tight to me as I can to encourage him to keep going. His cock jerks, and hot, salty cum coats my tastebuds. He moves to withdraw, but I hold on tight, continuing to suck every last drop from him. Deft fingers play gently with my hair, and I’m aware of his focus on me when I peek up. We gaze at one another as I use my tongue to clean him, the emotion running between us palpable. It’s as if tonight is the beginning of something more. An understanding that this is it.

Once done, he encourages me to stand then removes my remaining clothes. As he leads me to the bathroom, we don’t speak—we don’t need to.

The large walk-in shower sits at the back of the room. Connor releases me, then moves to turn on the rainfall. Steam immediately floats from the head, and he adjusts the knobs before checking with his hand for the perfect temperature.

His hand reaches for mine, then he pulls the band from my contained hair with the other. He guides me under the flow of warm water. At first, he stands back, allowing the stream to run over my body. I wipe the water from my eyes. Wet strands fall over my shoulders, and Connor reaches for the shampoo bottle. I step forward out of the water as he squirts a blob of creamy liquid into his palm.

“Turn around,” he says softly, and I do as he asks. “Keep your feet steady.”

His hands land in my hair, and he begins to wash, twisting and folding my locks, then massaging my scalp. White suds flow down my body to land on the natural stone we both stand on. He steps forward so that his chest is hard against my back, and we both are under the flow of water. The unmistakable sensation of his cock hardening again touches my ass.

“You see that bar?” He points to the solid silver bar bolted to the shower tray. My mind wonders if it was installed for the purpose of having sex in the shower, but I don’t ask. “I want you to bend over, spread your legs, and hold on. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he growls, then nips my earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes, sir.” The name pops from my mouth on impulse, and we both freeze. After a moment he chuckles.

“I was hoping for please, but if you want to call me sir, I am happy to answer to that name. Now bend.”

“Yes, sir.” I do as he says, bending from my waist and widening my stance. My fingers grip the slick silver pole. Connor places a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing hard then rubbing softly as the pain becomes almost unbearable.

I feel something touch my entrance. When he slams himself inside, I realize there’s to be no warm-up; he takes me hard and fast, stretching me wide in one thrust. My stomach tightens as my pussy strains to accommodate him. He gives me no time to prepare before pulling back and slamming in again. I wobble, letting go with one hand.

“I said fucking hold on,” he snarls, grabbing my waist tighter and slamming into me again. I hold tight, bent over in his shower, and let him fuck me as if it’s the last time he ever will. My orgasm builds, that familiar vibration starting from deep within and pulsating until I can’t contain it. I bend my knees and adjust my stance to ensure the tip of his cock hits the sweet spot. My pussy contracts hard as my orgasm hits.

“Fuck yes,” he shouts. “That’s my girl. Don’t you fucking let me go. Hold on until I tell you we’re done.”

He continues to pound, sliding deep, hitting hard over and over again as I lose control, my body going limp in his arms. He rides me through every convulsion, my stomach contracting harder with each surge of pleasure. He holds himself deep inside as his cock jerks and he finds his high. Strong hands move up my body, finding my breasts and playing gently with my nipples as we stand together in the shower. I’m bent over, still filled with him, as the warm water runs down my back and over my shoulders.

“Stand up,” he says as he withdraws. He turns me to face him and steps back out of the stream of water. He picks up the shampoo once more and washes my hair again, then rinses the suds from the strands. After he grabs the conditioner, he guides me out of the water then massages the cream into my scalp. I look up at him, mesmerized by the care in each action. No one has ever made me feel as wanted as I do at this moment.

Reaching up, he lifts the shower head from its resting place then removes the lotion from my hair. Before moving to concentrate on my body, he applies soap to each area slowly, taking care to clean me thoroughly before rinsing the remnants away. Each time he meets my gaze, we smile at one another tenderly. Right now, this feels so fucking real. I would let Connor Chase look after me for a lifetime.

After the shower, he brings me a massive fluffy towel, wrapping it around my shoulders. I wander back to the dressing table, sit down, and start to brush my hair. Connor disappears into the dressing area and appears a few minutes later redressed.

“You changed?” I say. “They’ll know we had sex.”

“And?” He replies with a glance at his watch. “We’ve been gone forty-five minutes. I don’t think even Violet is dozy enough to think we were only in here talking.” He walks over and drops a kiss on my forehead. “You finish getting ready, and I’ll go tell them we are ready to celebrate your first day at work.

“Okay. I won’t be long.”

“Take your time. You are the leading lady tonight.” He leaves his bedroom, and as I hear the front door click closed, I collect my cell and switch it back on. Four messages waiting, all of them from Russell. Without looking, I type out the one I need to send.

This stops today. I care for your brother. I want to be with him. Stop following me, stop contacting me. Keep your distance. If you don’t, I’ll tell him.

Chapter eleven

Varley Medical, London

March 2023

Russell

It turns out that following someone when they don’t know you’re there is an extremely satisfying pastime. Tailing Samantha when she knew of my presence and observing the guilt on her face as she enjoyed it was fun. However, knowing where she is and all the small tasks she completes each day without her knowledge is even more gratifying. According to her, I was a terrible stalker, and for her pleasure I was. But now, watching her is purely for myself, and I’ll be sure to relish every last moment.

When her message popped up on my screen back in January, I was furious. Her rejection had stung worse than any other before. It was my understanding that we had an unspoken agreement between us, that there was a connection to be enjoyed even though we weren’t able to act on it physically.

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