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We take our time getting undressed. There’s something special about being unhurried, appreciating every second.

The spray is perfectly warm when we finally make it into the shower.

Water sluices down Rosie’s body, tempting me to follow a drop between her breasts with my tongue. Once I reach her belly button, I work my way back up and circle her nipple.

Moaning, she bows into my body. “Daire.” My name is a whimper on her lips.

“Hmm?” I hum, gripping her hips. My cock hardens, pressing into her stomach.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I grab her chin, holding her still as I kiss her.

She pulls back and licks water from her lips. “Please fuck me.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

With a hand behind one thigh, then the other, I guide them around my waist and lift her, making sure to keep her back pressed against the tile.

Guiding my cock to her entrance, I push in about an inch and pause, knowing how wild it’ll make her.

“Daire, so help me God, don’t tease me right now.”

Amusement laces my voice when I say, “My needy girl.”

I slide in all the way, swallowing her moan with my mouth, relishing how incredible it is to be buried in her wet heat. Her pussy clenches around me, and since it’s been days since I’ve been inside her, I find myself dangerously close to the edge already.

“Fuck, Rosie. You feel so good.”

She grabs my cheeks between her hands and kisses me. “Shut up and fuck me.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

By the time we leave the shower, the water has turned cold. I drag her into bed without letting her get into her pajamas, despite her protests.

I’ve barely got her tucked into my body when sleeptakes me.

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ROSIE

“When can I take this off?”I whine, tugging at the blindfold Daire tied around my head. “Not being able to see is making me car sick.”

“We’re almost there.”

Since we weren’t able to celebrate Valentine’s Day on the actual day, Daire insisted on taking me somewhere this weekend. We dropped Sammy off with Jude and Millie before hitting the road. The idea of leaving Sammy in the care of someone else still sends a wave of anxiety through me. I’m attached to the little guy and don’t like to be without him.

“Where is there?”

Daire sighs, his jeans rasping against the leather. My hearing seems to have magnified now that I’ve lost my sense of sight.

“Have some patience.”

I purse my lips and let out an annoyed huff. My patience evaporated the second he made me wear a blindfold.

His warm hand settles on my knee, giving it a squeeze before he slides it up and settles it on my thigh.

What feels like an hour later, but in reality is probably about ten minutes, the car stops.

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