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She storms away, wrapped up in the white sheet like some kind of Greek goddess, but not before she takes one more look at my dick.

Oh yeah, she wants another shot on that.

The bathroom door slamming behind her rocks through me and I flop back on the bed, more than happy to push her reaction this morning to the back of my mind as I relive our night together.

Fuck, it was hot. Wild. Exhilarating. Life-changing.

My cock rests high up on my stomach as I lie there with my hands behind my head, happily remembering what was, hands down, the hottest night of my life.

Who knew my little temptress would be such a wild cat?

Fuck. Who the hell am I kidding? I knew that the moment I met her. And if I needed my opinion solidified then she surely did the night of King and Tate’s wedding.

No woman has ever turned me down like she did that night.

If I weren’t so shocked, then I’d have been impressed.

I give her long enough to do her business, and then I swing my legs off the bed and press my feet into the luxurious carpet.

With my aching cock bobbing, I saunter toward the bathroom door.

Twisting the handle, I discover that my suspicions are correct.

She didn’t lock it.

I can take that one of two ways…

She was too angry to think about it. Or—and this is by far my favorite—she wants me to follow.

The sound of the shower running hits my ears, and then the vision that is Lorelei Tempest emerges before me.

She has her back to me, her head tipped, allowing the water to rain down on her face.

Water runs down her body, highlighting her insane curves. The sight has my dick weeping.

I take the quickest piss of my life, thankfully still unnoticed, and I freshen my morning breath with some mouthwash before stepping into the huge walk-in shower behind her.

She screams bloody murder, spins around, and punches me in the stomach.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, shocked by both her force and speed. “It’s just me.”

“The fuck, Kian?”

Recovering from her fist to the gut, I stand tall and edge closer.

She moves back, but she quickly discovers that she’s got nowhere to go.

A loud gasp fills the room as she collides with the cold tiles behind her.

“Shall we start the day over?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between hers.

“I think we need to start the week over, if I’m being honest.”

“Bullshit. Admit it, last night was the best sex you’ve ever had.”

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